Crow
Because we do not know when we will die..
We get to think of life as an inexcusable well..
And yet everything happens a certain number of times...and a very small number really...
How many more time will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply apart of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it..... Perhaps 4 or 5 times more, perhaps not even...