One day you will reach the Happy Hunting Grounds. A peaceful Paradise. In the Happy Hunting Grounds, you will see that all our lives are one. All of us will see everything together, and there will no longer be loss, and there will no longer be nostalgia. Travel all the intersecting paths of our lives at will we will. What sorrow? Ah, the knotty constraints of the mortal life, the near-sightedness, the walls between you and I. The fog, the doubt, the drama. The illusions of loss and suffering; convincing, very convincing. But in the Happy Hunting Grounds we will be bound by nothing. All happy and all sad will be laid out, for us to relish and make light of. Friends, lovers, families all together—there will never again be any parting.

The most beautiful times I have lived—drizzle-drenched, sun-baked, mirth-laden, sleep-pillowed, girl-sweetened, girl-softened, girl-saddened times. Times with cool sheets, loyal dogs and mother’s meals. The books I lived. That race I won. The things I built. The proud deeds. Even fever, terror, angst. All my times I will have. Everything I have wanted I will have.

Everything will be together.

This is the end of the road;
It was a nice walk.
I need to kiss
Pillow-soft dusk
And mother-soft grass.
So, gently I creep
Into crystal-clear sleep.

Until then, there are happy and sad times to gather and some friends to make and lose.

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