i hope you never lose your sense of wonder

if some day or night, a demon were to sneak after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you,
"this is life as you now live it and have lived it and you will have to once more and more innumerable times more, and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain, and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything immeasurably small or great in your life must return to you, all in the same succession and sequence and even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and i myself. the eternal hourglass of existence is turned over and over, and you with it, a dust grain of dust."