Droll thing life is – that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself – that comes too late – a crop of inextinguishable regrets. I have wrestled with death. it is the most unexciting thing you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary. If such is the form of the ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be.
- Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Time does not heal. . . it only makes you forget the name of your illness.
- Robert McCammon, Night Boat
Peace,
Fausty