We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight. Then we can no longer take them into account in the total which is our personality. But they know of secret paths by which to return to us.
Grief is as powerful a modifier of reality as intoxication.
None of us is single, each of us contains many persons who do not all have the same moral value.