We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times and a very small numbers,really. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?Perhaps 20.And yet it all seems limitless.
Once I had the rarest rose That ever deigned to bloom Cruel winter chilled the bud And stole my flower too soon. Oh loneliness, oh hopelessness To search the ends of time For there is in all the world No greater love than mine.