“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, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life
When faith is fading, music or anything becomes the shelter; when the shelter is still trembling, idols are made to fool the minds. Fortunately, the next generation is deaf. Rich, but not busy; modern, yet still well grounded.