You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

you fix what you can fix and you let the rest go. If there ain't nothin to be done about it it aint even a problem. It's just a aggravation.

You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now