There is no closure, no empathy and no reversal. There is only forward.
And when those things fall into place to be a palsy on our memories and a sting in our being, we learn then what it means to be irreversible.
I've seen the downward slant, and what it would ever take to re-right that decline. There is no amount that exists, and there is nothing that can ever be saved. To be Human is to constantly lose, to atrophy and to degenerate, until you are nothing, filled with the emptiness of what used to be there. That is how I view life.
Mistakes are not given life to be learned from. The real mistakes are what give us tremors at night, leave a bitterness on our tongues; we fight the slope of loss. And we never regain anything.
The visionary lies to himself.
And so, we live. Wrapped in lies, in fantasy and in emptiness; passing every closing watergate with a want to return, to be whole in the past. But, there is no completeness, because even then, we wanted something more.
And so, we live: The kings of emptiness, the rulers of futility and child-like terror.