It's better to have loved and lost than to have to do forty pounds of laundry a week.
Indeed, much to my parents' surprise, the first word I spoke in this lifetime was "light. " Prior to uttering its name, however, I was already searching for light - for my source. Yet despite my preternatural kinship with that spark that lights this and all worlds, for the first two or three decades of my life, I resisted it.