The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand, the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. that's what i think of a holiday.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
When you celebrate something that's all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there's nothing left to celebrate but the dead.
:p
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