I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad about her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.

The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking a new road every day. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasons change. All they think about is food and water.

Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Written By Ovid

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