Somehow the body keeps life going despite the ravaging negations of the mind.
Tears are great peace-makers.
I do not regret the folly of my youth, but the timidity.
Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
Even in rapture, part of the mind watches.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?