One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.
One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.
You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.
And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.
On a day of burial there is no perspective -- for space itself is annihilated. Your dead friend is still a fragmentary being. The day you bury him is a day of chores and crowds, of hands false or true to be shaken, of the immediate cares of mourning. The dead friend will not really die until tomorrow, when silence is round you again. Then he will show himself complete, as he was -- to tear himself away, as he was, from the substantial you. Only then will you cry out because of him who is leaving and whom you cannot detain.
To be a man is to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one's comrades. It is to feel, when setting one's stone, that one is contributing to the building of the
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