Dear as remembered kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
Oh lips that are for others;deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret
Oh death in Life, the days that are no more
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The belief that we do not have choices is a fantasy, an unfortunate indulgence in abdication--John Ralston Saul
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