Only one thing does not exist: oblivion.
God keeps each wasted thing in his protection
and inscribes within divine recollection
the moons that have been, and the moons to come.
Everything exists there. The thousand reflections
that pass between the two twilights of the day,
your mirrored face escaping in all directions,
and the reflections that have yet to slip away.
And it is all a part of that great diverse
crystal of memory we call the universe.
There is no end to its corridor.
Many portals will close on your path.
But it’s only in the sunset’s aftermath
that you’ll see splendors and archetypes never glimpsed before.
Jorge Luis BorgesTranslated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2014