We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The world is so beautiful and regretful, you and I are all lone travelers from afar, constantly walking, regardless of everything, crying, laughing, lingering in the world, just to make this trip worthwhile.
