I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust
Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.
What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.
People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
So the lover must struggle for words.