If your heart did not break now and then, how would, you know it"s there? Hearts break, then mend and beak and mend again in a circle without beginning, without end. As surely as dawn sows the twilight sows to mourn. Only the gods can alter fate, even in reunion, there"s parting, so harm is there in dreaming if it eases pain? what good is reality if it blots out hope? can a man"s mind be washed?