“Ain’t you thinkin’ what’s it gonna be like when we get there? Ain’t you scared it won’t be nice like we thought?”
“No”, she said quickly. “No, I ain’t. You can’t do that. I can’t do that. It’s too much – livin’ too many lives.
Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes, it’ll on’y be one”.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
Yet we try don’t we, to live others when all we were ever given was this one. m.