Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I disappear, I will disappear; there'll be nothing left.
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
I was seldom able to see an opportunity until it had ceased to be one.
Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.
There was something missing. But in my world, there is never time to figure out what is, in fact, missing.
How little do we discover in comparison of those things which now are and forever will be hidden from our sight? The whole of which I am fully persuaded no one will ever be able to dive into, and to explain their causes and effects.
We are living in one of those rare moments in history when things may come apart and be put back together again in ways that will determine the future for decades or more, despite the endless innovations of technology.
Some very beautiful things get lost and forgotten. Just as I got lost.
Nothing that has been thought can ever be taken back.
I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.