““Oh not because happiness exists, that too-hasty profit snatched from approaching loss. ********* But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which is in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. ********* Ah, but what can we take along into that other realm? Not the act of looking, which is learned so slowly, and nothing that happened here. Nothing. The sufferings, then. And above all, the heaviness, and long experience of love, – just what is wholly unsayable.””