We call that person who has lost his father an orphan and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next.
As long as we are persistence in our pursuit of our deepest destiny we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom. It happens in its own time.