once we let our old ways expire that is when we need to renew our new life experiences.

Like a couple of peasants huddled together in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Jack and Eliza performed their role in the Mass and then departed, leaving no sign that they’d ever been there, save perhaps for an evanescent ripple in the coursing tide of quicksilver.

The question of dying becomes a wise reminder. It cures us of our innocence of the future.

I know I&#39;m an acquired taste - I&#39;m anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.

Written By Tori Amos

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