I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm’d both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
“And the reason I am so nervous is that everything I do now is leading me to one of three possible futures… Which one will it be? Time alone will tell. But still I know that writing this diary can perhaps provide the answer; it may even help produce the right future.”
Adolfo Bioy Casares | The Invention of Morel