It was the first time that he'd cried in a very long time. All of his emotions poured out now, in a great rush of release: it was sadness tinged with bitterness, but mostly an intensely deep feeling of loss.

It's natural to fear death, as a conscious, thinking being - it's the literal end of you. I'm not even afraid of death itself. It's more of a profound... not wanting to leave the party

Time is one terrible enemy.

We all have a different journey.

Your particular trip isn't done just yet. Remember that true enlightenment is never finished. Ever. Understanding is never complete.