If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, — quieter, warmer. - Dag Hammarskjöld

Thou takest the pen–and the lines dance. Thou takest the flute–and the notes shimmer. Thou takest the brush–and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where Thou art. How, then, can I hold back anything from Thee.

The myths have always condemned those who "looked back." Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision

Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.