I live always in the present. I know nothing of the future and no longer have a past. The former weighs me down with a thousand possibilities, the la… - Fernando Pessoa

Death is a bend in the road,
To die is to slip out of view.
If I listen, I hear your steps
Existing as I exist. The earth is made of heaven.
Error has no nest.
No one has ever been lost.
All is truth and way.

We are all of us the slaves of external circumstance: even at a table in some backstreet café, a sunny day can open up before us visions of wide fields; a shadow over the countryside can cause us to shrink inside ourselves, seeking uneasy shelter in the doorless house that is our self; and, even in the midst of daytime things, the arrival of darkness can open out, like a slowly spreading fan, a deep awareness of our need for rest.

A sort of anteneurosis of what I will be when I will not longer be freezes my body and soul. A kind of remembrance of my future death makes me shudder from the inside.