Calling all angels...

Because we do not know when we are going to die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? An afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you cannot conceive of your life without it? Perhaps 4 .... 5 times more. Perhaps not even that.

How many times will you watch the full moon rise ...... Perhaps twenty and yet it all seems limitless.

(-Brandon Lee in his last interview-)






the candles in the minster of Constance