I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.
I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.
Commencement Day has a sobering finality in that it's the end of the prescribed path.