One of my frustrations is that:
- I'll never live long enough to be able to read all that I want to read.
- I'll never live long enough to be able to learn all that I want to learn.
- I'll never live long enough to become the kind of person that I want to become.
My abiding consolation is that I have received and accepted the only information of eternal import, as well as becoming immersed in, filled by, and washed over by the only relationship that is eternally important.
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