The past tempts us, the present confuses us, and the future frightens us. And our lives slip away, moment by moment, lost in that vast, terrible in-between.
My shoes are too tight but it doesn't matter because I have forgotten how to dance
All life is transitory. A dream. We all come together in the same place at the end of time. If I do not see you again here, I will see you in a little while in the place where no shadows fall.
May the Gods always stand between you and harm in all the empty places you must walk.