on the train of thought,

I took a seat in the train, then a sip of water, with the realization that my throat had gone dry, my mouth, clammy, from the conversation just abruptly broken. But, there was this little tinge of happiness, this small gurgle of satisfaction that swelled in my belly, that brought back to me the whole point of that exchange made: it is this pleasure from understanding, the mere attempts at it, of trying to make sense of this all, us, and anything, which makes Life so worth-while. I love it.