Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.
We all know people who live too much in the past. Too much history, too much remembering, can ultimately destroy the present and the future.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.