Stained glass window of life.

None of us has time to live the true dramas of the life that we are destined for. This is what ages us – this and nothing else. The wrinkles and creases on our faces are the registration of the great passions, vices, insights that called on us; but we, the masters, were not at home.

In the end, we get older, we kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them, through the troubled tenderness we inspire in them, and the fears we ceaselessly cause. The implication, again, is that a human life would last for ever if we didn’t intervene –

Let’s think no more and talk no more about it. The broken stained glass will merely be what it is in the temple – the symbol of an indissoluble union between man and nature.-