It is ever the nature of humanity to aim for permanence. However much men who study the ways of rocks, stars and gods may try to drive home the briefness and insignificance of a human life, it is always the case that this is rejected. Lives so important, so clearly significant, cannot possibly nothing but a brief, seconds-to-midnight fluke of
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"From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever ;
That dead men rise up never ;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea."
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