What memories come rushing in when I look back on my journey in this peopled desolation called world! Memories of torment and relief, of sorrow and joy, of friends and foes...Memories of ethical dilemmas, of much struggle and a little success, of separation and being united in love, of having no alternative but to let go of the longing for things desirable, things of beauty and charm. Memories of so much in life gone by...And, as we near the end of this journey the only capital we have is by way of these memories.
