Chapter 1 page 6

A series of images: a heart with long blood vesses like tangled roots; the gnarled, intertwining roots of trees in a forest; a soaring tree canopy overhead with birds visible through the foliage.
Some people believe that the root of all suffering is desire.
I get that. I can wrap my head around that. 
But it also seems to me that desire is the root of anything in this world beyond simply existing.
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