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The light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment ― perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and one has failed to grasp its offeres revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one´s life hopeless dephts of lonliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.
Haruki Murakami: The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
, November 1, 2001 5:12:00 PM CET en_GB
