It was around 1AM. Maybe 12:47AM as a closer approximation. I was in the middle of reading Tracy Kidder’s Mountains Beyond Mountains, and pondering—making parallels (or lack thereof) between me and Paul Farmer, when I had an epiphany. I think I figured out what I want to do with my life (for now). Or at least, I have a better sense of direction. And so I turned on my laptop and I wrote.