We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.
Sylvia PlathAntoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.
Sylvia Plath