"Death is always on the road, but the fact that we do not know when it will arrive seems to take away finiteness of life. What we hate so much is that terrible precision. As do not know when we die, we have to believe that life is a bottomless pit. But things happen only a certain number of times, in fact very few. How many more times will remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon so dear as part of your being you can not even imagine life without it? Perhaps four or five times. Maybe not even that. How many times out more see the full moon? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
Paul Bowles
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