Herbert Rauls 15.12.56 - 18.4.94
How he put up with me no-one ever understood, but he did, and
for nine years. "Dir allein danke ich es, dass mein Herz
nicht verdorrt ist, dass eine Stelle in mir blieb, die von der
Gnade erreicht werden kann."
Andrew Gray 15.7.53 - 20.5.96
Nigel Hart and Barry Matthews, fellow psychiatrists; I miss them as colleagues as well as friends.
And our name shall be forgotten in time, and no man shall have our works in remembrance, and our life shall pass away as the trace of a cloud, and shall be dispersed as a mist, that is driven away with the beams of the sun, and overcome with the heat thereof.
(The Book of Wisdom 2:4)
You get born and you try this and you dont know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they dont know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way like five or six people trying to make a rug on the same loom only each one wants to weave his own pattern into the rug; and it cant matter, you know that, or the Ones that set up the loom would have arranged things a little better, and yet it must matter because you keep on trying and then all of a sudden it's all over and all you have left is a block of stone with scratches on it provided there was someone to remember to have the marble scratched and set up or had time to, and it rains on it and the sun shines on it and after a while they dont even remember the name and what the scatches were trying to tell, and it doesnt matter.
(William Faulkner: Absalom, Absalom!)