Each moment that we experience is a paradox.
It is both the greatest and worst of its kind.
It is the first breath of one, and the last of another.
It is itself and more than itself, but never beyond itself.
These moments, the love and hate that fills each,
Define human beings for the rest of their moments,
For every other moment, though none will be this one.
These moments, they will fade like a lie in the light,
But what they make us will remain as long as we do.

And beyond.