He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight. James Joyce

“Some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person.” – The Tenth Doctor

Oh now feel it comin’ back again Like a rollin’ thunder chasing the wind Forces pullin’ from the center of the earth again I can feel it. Live – Lightning Crashes