life asked death, "why do people love me but hate you?" death responded, "because you are a beautiful lie, and i am a painful truth."
but i have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. it is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. it is always attacked and never destroyed because "thou mayest" -east of eden, john steinbeck
this is the way the world ends:
not with a bang but a whimper the hollow men, t.s. eliot