Nothing lasts. Not your career, not your fortune, and finally not even your own sweet self. I mean, every time I take a trip or eat a fine meal or make love or visit an art gallery, I feel the transience of it, and that enriches it. That's the heart dimension; it's the poignancy of knowing that this too shall pass.
Terence McKenna
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