Fate Is Not In Man But Around

I Have No Idea What's Awaiting Me, Or What Will Happen When This All Ends. For The Moment I Know This: There Are Sick People And They Need Curing.

There Is A Life And There Is A Death, And There Are Beauty And Melancholy Between.

Yes, I'm Happy, In Human Terms.

Proof Is Never Definitive, After All; One Has To Begin Again With Each New Person.

Old Women Even Forget How To Love Their Sons. The Heart Gets Worn Out, Monsieur.