It may remain for us to learn... that our task is
only beginning, and that there will never be given
to us even the ghost of any help, save the help of
unutterable and unthinkable Time. We may have
to learn that the infinite whirl of death and birth,
out of which we cannot escape, is of our own
creation, of our seeking:- that the forces
integrating worlds are the errors of the Past:- that
the eternal sorrow is but the eternal hunger of
insatiable desire:- and that the burnt-out suns are
rekindled only by the inextinguishable passions of
vanished lived.
-Lafcadio Hearn, Out of the East