"I've been sitting here for the last several hours letting my mind wonder inbetween bouts of paper-writing. And I came to the conclusion that everything dies. I know, profound. But I'm not speaking in terms of organisms, living creatures. I'm talking about values, ideas, dreams. They all die one way or another. part of the human condition is to strive and to manifest these platonic ideas. but what happens when you reach your goal? that aspiration dies and another is created to inspire and motivate. one by one accomplishments bring a bit of gratification, some more that others but I can't imagine myself have one dream, creating it for myself, and then letting it die without being replaced. "