In The End, It Is My Belief,

No Point In Thinking, You Just Have To Get On With Life. We Only Have One After All, We Should Try And Do Our Best. We Can Never Get It Right, But We Must Try.

Hindsight's A Wonderful Thing. If We All Had It There Would Be No History To Write About.

(although Anyone With Half A Brain Must Surely Be Mired In Existential Gloom All The Time)

What If We Had A Chance To Do It Again And Again, Until We Finally Did Get It Right? Wouldn't That Be Wonderful?

It Wasn't That [he] Believed In Religion, Or A God, Or An Afterlife. He Just Knew It Was Impossible To Feel This Much Love And For It To End.