“In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, at last comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”
–Aeschylus (as quoted by Robert F. Kennedy)
Thanks (I think) to my friend David for this quote.
Imperfect Happiness 
What in the heck does that mean?
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I had taken it to mean that when we’re unaware (either in literal or figurative “sleep”), pain slowly enters our hearts until we’re saturated by pain and have given up all hope. Through this process, we attain wisdom, whether we like it or not. But then, I’m not familiar with the origin of this quote; it might have a different meaning within the context of a larger work.
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