As we are now...

Even still, we run. We have not reached so far into the future without knowing that it hurts. But even so, you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it once again, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and your heartbeat slows, and your sweat dries, if you've run through the hard part, you will remember no pain. For happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.