Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times – and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your life that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise, perhaps twenty, and yet it all seems so limitless…
Paul Bowles 1910-1999
American Writer and Composer
Consider this: What do you remember that you can’t conceive of your life without it?