Foundation
To live means to say, “Good–bye,” and to found on this good–bye a new beginning.
You are all too sentimental, and you hang back and you think that you at one time were wonderful. You should only have seen you when you were nine. Terrible brats. I hope you are nicer now. (Eugen Rosenstock–Huessy, Cross of Reality, 1953)
I gotta have my orange juice. 
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