We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking. (Vintage; Reprint edition February 13, 2007) Originally published September 1st 2005.