Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death. Moby Dick

It was the first rift in my father’s sanctity, it was the first nick in the pillars on which my childish life had rested, and which every human being must destroy before he can become himself. It is of these experiences, invisible to everyone, that the inner, essential line of our destiny consists. That kind of rift and nick closes over again, it is healed and forgotten, but in the most secret chamber of the mind it continues to live and bleed. Demian

In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen. Finnegan's Wake

"Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today” 12 Rules For Life: An Antidote To Chaos