In one of Calvin's blog, Strictly Reading, he has a list of BBC's list of 100 best-loved books. Standing at No.3, it is the His Dark Materials trilogy, by Philip Pullman.

In the first book, there is a passage which I like. An excerpt from there that certainly rings a bell is this:

....Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked in pain.   


-Serafina Pekkala




It reminds me the morbid nature that we are fated to.

But on the other hand, if you have read this book, you will also notice the more melancholic side of it.

So let me have my mind run amok.

What if there is a man who is immortal, watching the seasons go endlessly, and to have lovers that he loves so deeply, but in the end watching them wither like maple leaves in the autumn sun?

The mind is running amok. Pay no heed to my writings today.