I don't even know what to say anymore about life. I don't know how to put this into words, because the world changes and grows and elopes like a starry-eyed young girl delirious with dreams and young love. Words don't change, whether in print or spoken aloud. No matter how many times you blink it still says "'wars are not for winning ,' Koschei said.'They are for surviving.'" I don't know why Koschei the Deathless would need to stress the importance of survival when he has no issue with survival himself. I don't know.The meanings of words change, and context change, but "The Hollow Men" always ends not with a bang but a whimper. Life goes on, turning and turning like the root structure of a tree, going in circles to avoid bedrock. I read the same old books and dream the same dreams, then whip around in a gust of 6/8 time to discover new books, which grow old again.