"Because we do not know when we are going to die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? An afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps 4...5 times more? Perhaps not even that.
How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty and yet it all seems limitless." -Brandon Lee
Your bloodied body is what I cling to In powerful rain, they laid their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river holds a feast of danger. The suffering you have had to bear. I'd die for that moment one more time...