...what will happen to us this night will resemble a flame consuming the icy desert, a shower of stars reflected in a piece of a mirror that in the darkness suddenly fell out of its frame to warn its owner about the proximity of death. It'll resemble the shepherd's pipe and the music that has not been written yet. Sasha Sokolov
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In this quote, Camus speaks of the way in which the night before you die is a special time when all of your troubles become a memory. He says that when you have a really bad time, it is like being "burned by the sun," and when you have a really wonderful time, it is like being "wet with a shower of stars." Camus tries to convey that what you think of as the worst thing in the world only becomes the best when you look back upon it from a distance. It is when you are in the middle of something terrible that your memory of it is very clear and vivid.

Source: A School For Fools

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