But we all will be alone, illusions moving in memory, someday, surely, so: show no sorrow, laugh and love; bravely walk bearing no wish but to live while you will live - and not forget these feelings. See your school yard; blanched blackboards, gleaming grinders, sharp sticky seats, restless paper piles recalling cheerful companions of childhood. As we remember: collecting pebbles in the corner pile, calling excitedly as we cache each and smooth the soft tar sphere; next, sharp glass now sand-ground. As we remember: dashing through the double trees jumping by jammed branches trespassing to free trapped friends. As we remember: bricks scribbled with boyish secrets, read only by the oily rains. As we remember: even when everyone's world ends, sunlight shafting through the silent school.