… that the longest-lived and those who will die soonest lose the same thing. The present is all that they can give up, since that is all you have, and what you do not have, you cannot lose.
What can I tell you, reader
That you do not yet yourself know.
It is all too easy to see
How it all began
And how it will end.
It is all too easy to forget.
To let your mind run roughshod
Over rolling hills and parched prairie,
Over mountainous spires that seem to touch the sun,
And ravines tenebrous with voices and visions.
… I did struggle against forgetfulness.
This land, this land.
It seemed to go on forever.
But must needs to hold that next step dear.
So dear and sacred.