Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an
inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of
times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you
remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so
deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life
without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How
many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet
it all seems limitless.
-- Paul Bowles
Sunday, July 28, 2019
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