So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.

Iris Murdoch
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A quote from the poem "So we live," by Stephen Davies. It's a metaphor for life and the eternal cycle of death and rebirth.

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