June 24th, 2005

Crazy

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:: Thanks, radiohate ::

"Because we don't know when we will die,
we get to think of life as an inexhaustible 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,
some afternoon that's 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,
Bernardo Bertolucci