Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination, I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.

So much of history is mystery. We don't know what is lost forever, what will surface again. All objects exist in a moment of time. And that fragment of time is preserved or lost or found in mysterious ways. Mystery is a wonderful part of life.

We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.