I died when I might have lived on if I had so willed.

That is my sin and it haunts me." "We are not the parents of his soul, which is as ancient as our own, Barbara." "No, but for a while it was given into my hand and I deserted it, and now I am afraid.

How can I tell what has chanced to the soul of this son of ours?
Here there is no time.

I know not if I bade it farewell yesterday or ten thousand years ago.

Long, long since it may have passed through this world, where it would seem we dwell only with those whom we seek or who seek us.