[The phrase struck a vague memory in the back of Otacon's mind; that of hours on end spent in the libraries or dorm room of Princeton and MIT. He had been a very isolated individual even at that age, and so his spare time had always been spent reading something or other.]

[Of course not everything would have been strictly related to his major, and so he'd ended up with a small amount of miscellaneous knowledge as a result.]

That's...some part of Buddhism, isn't it? Something about suffering and...er...I can't really remember the details, to be honest.