We shared a vow to love forever.
Now life's a fading winter's day,
And bent with age I fear "forever"
Was always just some fond cliche'.
But then I feel your glance upon me,
And in your eyes that light sublime,
And, lo, I realize, "forever"
Had never anything to do with time.
For when a love's a boundless loving,
And when with heart and soul you've cared
Then truly have you loved "'forever"
In every moment that you've shared.
I asked, "How can anyone who really knows me ever love me?" only to discover that it was the only way anyone ever would.
"It's not easy -- loving someone through the chinks in their armor -- especially when the love they return is so often trapped inside."
"To truly know someone is to know the thing they never speak of -- and to recognize the silences that speak of it."
It seems backwards. In the callowness of our youth, we are asked to decide on education, career, marriage and parenthood. In the experience of our old age, we are asked to decide on what to have for lunch.
How do I reconcile Fate and Free Will? Well, here's an attempt.
At birth we are given a jigsaw puzzle with a picture on the box. We are not required to construct that picture. We are just required to use the pieces in the box.
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Genius is the ability to do what no one thought possible, and to do it in a way that can clearly be improved upon.
One thing you can learn from your dog is when to go lie under the dining room table and await developments.
You'll know that AI has completely replicated human intelligence when it forms a Flat Earth Society.
If Time were to pause, say for ten minutes, how exactly would it know when to start up again?
Never act for "a whole list of reasons." Rarely does a compelling reason occur as part of a list.
It is perhaps fortunate that the intelligence it takes to be a human being is not a requirement for admittance into the species.
I wish that politicians who can't add 2 + 2 would stop saying, "By my calculus... ."
We all have a life story, and the clue to the ending is not necessarily in a chapter already written.
It's curious how so many people who are old and cynical believe exactly what they were taught when they were young and gullible.
There is this sense you get in old age of having outlived your completed memoirs.
One of the easier questions to answer in life is why you have so little when you ask so little.
The strongest person is vulnerable in some way, and the weakest person strong in some way. In exactly what way neither knows until they are tested, and in fact, until they are tested, neither knows which person they are.
Maybe the world is made such a perilous place so that no one would ever think they were meant to face such peril alone.
You get to an age when fewer things pique your curiosity than pique your don't-give-a-damn.
In explaining one's self to others, one should make especially clear the part where the explanation is over.
After a lifetime of receiving consolation prizes, I finally finished first, and know what -- it's actually more consoling.
September 29, Michaelmas Day, is almost upon us. There's still time, however to send a greeting to a friend or relative. Why would you? Well, here are a few reasons you might.
To a Friend:
