The thinker dies, but his thoughts are beyond the reach of destruction. Men are mortal; but ideas are immortal.
To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love
Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.
I think in some ways it's good to have at least one thing for which you could be really immortal, you know?
The lack of closure in an unsolved case seems to have a sharpening effect on those left behind; the details remain vivid to them even years later, possibly because they've gone over them looking for answers so many times.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
If all else fails, immortality can always be assured by spectacular error.
