I spent my whole life worrying about the impending calamity, completely oblivious to the fact that worry is the worst calamity that can befall a human soul.
Why don't we go a little bit further on our walk together? to slightly extend the period of time during which we can savor our lovely memories of life together.
As I travelled over the badly rutted road of my memories, I encountered my foes, who had been weakened by my absence and were hoping to catch a glimpse of me in order to resume their role.
A delirium-stricken breeze blew through the forlorn trees. The sound of bristling leaves resonated over the landscape. Nature was seduced into a state of trance.
Nothing is more tedious and pointless in life than looking for answers. It's nice to be surrounded by questions. The harassment caused by the answers is overwhelming.
Your untimely outbursts in the class, which you called "philosophical flares," actually added luster to your lectures because they served as a key for your students to access their memories of their time with you after they graduated.