My brother Eric tracked down this picture and sent it to my recently. Featured in the center is my father back in his college days, sporting his Phi Delta Theta intermural jersey.
"The dead! The dead who loved me in my childhood. Whenever I remember them, my whole soul shivers and I feel exiled from all hearts, alone in the night of myself, weeping like a beggar before the closed silence of all doors."
Fernando Pessoa,
"Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?"
Virgil, Aeneid
"It was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns."
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
"This is the way the gods ordained the destiny of men, to bear such burdens in our lives, while they feel no affliction."
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