Metaphysical speculation is about as pointless as a discussion on the meaning of one's lungs. They're for breathing.
P. D. JamesI am fifty years old and I have never known what it is to love. I can write those words, know them to be true, but feel only the regret that a tone-deaf man must feel because he can't appreicate music, a regret less keen because it is for something never known, not for something lost.
P. D. JamesBut what do you believe? I don't just mean religion. What are you sure of?" "That once I was not and that now I am. That one day I shall no longer be.
P. D. James