Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Abdécation, of journeys not taken.

“But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love will return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead, and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.” The Bridge of San Luis Rey – Thornton Wilder

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