No real reason I chose this quote today, other than I thought it appropriate for the moment. Enjoy!
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment – but who can be sure that the imagination is not the torch-bearer? – Lord Byron
(Photo credit: Slack13, On flickr)
