Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

Love transcends beyond eternity and it is perpetual as our own consciousness..

No child should ever be too sad to play.

I guess everybody thinks about old times, even the happiest people.

He finally had a reason to live, just in time to die.

The amusements of life, he argued, should be accepted with the same philosophy as its ills. ("The Striding Place")