In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.
"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."
But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.
Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.
Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.
All men are warriors. And life for everything in our universe is nothing but war.