Until The Bitter End, The Emptiness Inside

I'll Write To You. A Super-long Letter, Like In An Old-fashioned Novel

It Made Her Think Of Laika, The Dog. The Man-made Satellite Streaking Soundlessly Across The Blackness Of Outer Space. The Dark, Lustrous Eyes Of The Dog Gazing Out The Tiny Window. In The Infinite Loneliness Of Space, What Could The Dog Possibly Be Looking At?

I Can Bear Any Pain As Long As It Has Meaning.

The Dead Will Always Be Dead, But We Have To Go On Living.

It Is The Same With Anything - You Have To Learn Through Your Own Experience, Paying Your Own Way. You Can't Learn It From A Book.