Two forces create eternity - a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.