Because we don't know when we will die we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times and a very small number. Really how many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps, four or five times more? Perhaps, not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps, twenty, and yet, it all seems limitless.
The Sheltering Sky
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