I feel like this should be on the back of the Into the Woods playbill. It is pretty remarkable to consider that impermanence is everything. It can be the worst thing and the very best thing to think about. We are all here to make it more bearable for each other.
Terrible Beauty: Irish Poets and the Conflict in Ireland
When you are old and grey and full of sleep~And nodding by the fire, take down this book~And slowly read, and dream of the soft look~Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep~How many loved your moments of glad grace~And loved your beauty with love false or true~But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you (sorry not enough room) ... W.B. Yeats