Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.

I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.

Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.

Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.

Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort.

Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.

Procrastination and impatience form a system of checks and balances.