It means that no blue ribbon is forever. Someday - if the world doesn't explode itself in the meantime - someone will run a two-minute mile in the Olympics. It may take a hundred years or a thousand, but it will happen. Because there is no ultimate blue ribbon. There is zero, and there is eternity, and there is mortality, but there is no ultimate.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.

Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.