To be born is to start the journey towards death.
And joy is always a promise.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
Infinity is present in each part. A loving smile contains all art. The motes of starlight spark and dart. A grain of sand holds power and might.
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
You cannot see the past that did not happen any more than you can foresee the future.