I won’t be here to see the day when they leave for good and we turn back into what we were. Maybe even you two, as young as you are, will already be long dead, and that day still won’t have come. Maybe that day will never come and it’s impossible to go backward in time to turn back into what we were. After all, man can’t go against the current of history the way some fish go against the river current; he can only descend toward the great delta, the very tip of his destiny, before flinging himself into the great sea.
