How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.

For now I ask no more Than the justice of eating.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.