Fullmoon

Because we don't know when we will die We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well Yet everything happens only a certain number of times And a very small number, really How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood Some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more Perhaps not even that How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty, and yet it all seems limitless

我们所痛恨的就是如此可怕的准确性 但因为我们不知道死亡何时到达 所以会把生命当成一座永不干枯的井 然而，所有事物都只出现一定的次数，并且很少，真的 你会想起多少次童年中 某个特定的下午 某个深深成为你生命一部分的下午 如果没有它，你甚至无法想象自己的人生 也许，四或五次吧 甚至可能没这么多 你会看到满月升起几次呢? 也许20次，然而这些都看似无穷