Folly of my kind, there’s always a yearning for more.
Didn’t matter who they said they were, who they thought they were. We saw underneath all that. We saw inside them down to the core.[to Emily]
Death’s decisions are final. It’s only the living that are inconstant, and waver, don’t know who they are or what they want. Death is always true.
A lot of wisdom in ancient cultures. And perhaps it’s time to dig deeper into yours.
