Cause at the end of the day honestly at the end of the day when you're in your death bed and that's it I think it's the relationships you've had and the people that you've touched and the people that have touched you that matter.
The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it it is the mainspring of everything now is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?
