restless searcher

"I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say 'This is it!'...I'm looking: but that's not it - that's not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it?.... I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is 'it.' It is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory; achieved. A sense of my own strangness, walking on the earch is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position....."

- Virginia Woolf: A Writer's Diary