I’m currently listening to The Second Mountain by David Brooks on my commute (not reading it, mind you; don’t @ me). So far I’ve really enjoyed it.

One arresting anecdote I heard on the drive home this evening (which I was also able to locate in this 2019 piece): In describing those experiences that hint at a reality beyond our ordinary existence, Brooks tells the story of a friend who, when her first daughter was born, “realized she loved her more than evolution required.”

I’ll be pondering that line for a while.