old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.

People aren’t used to that way of thinking. They want everything to stay the same—” “—and the consequence of that is pain,” I say,

After all, we make ourselves according to the ideas we have of our possibilities.

He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. "Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Written By Arthur Golden

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