Now I get to make up for it. Assuming any of us can ever make up for anything we have done in the past. The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast terrible inbetween. But there is still time to cease that one last fragile moment, to choose something better, to make a difference.
All life is transitory, a dream.
We all come together in the same place at the end of time. If I don't see you again here, I will see you in a little while, in a place where no shadows fall. The quiet ones are the ones that change the Universe, Luc Derardi.