Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. - Cormac McCarthy

In the spring or warmer weather when the snow thaws in the woods the tracks of winter reappear on slender pedestals and the snow reveals in palimpsest old buried wanderings, struggles, scenes of death. Tales of winter brought to light again like time turned back upon itself. (p.130)

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.

Where men can't live gods fare no better.