May 13, 2008
And while there is no frigate like a book, I too worry about having so much alone time.
But if my solitude could get me anywhere near writing something like this, it would be worth it.
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
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