We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We always may be what we might have been.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
I think we've probably all read a word that we've never heard pronounced out loud, and we try it out in a sentence and fall on our face.
Correcting it, I don't know; just shedding the light of day on it is a first major step, being one of the earliest generations not to just accept the words.
I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
Behind it all is surely an idea so simple, so beautiful, that when we grasp it - in a decade, a century, or a millennium - we will all say to each other, how could it have been otherwise? How could we have been so stupid?
The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still 'are' human beings, now. Or can be.
Words are all we have.