Life has now taught me that love for things, like all unrequited love, takes its toll in the long run.
“You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.”
Jorge Luis Borges | “The Writing of the God”