"Are you lost?"
"Yes."
"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
"Are you lost?"
(from the final sequence of Bernardo Bertolucci's movie "The Sheltering Sky")

My eyes were jaded, so close to the centre I could not see
But now they are fixed and glaring at the sacrifice to be made
Now that I'm aware of the cycles I pray that I can deal
Now that I have shown you these cycles I pray that you can feel

In and out of the stray
Taking the bait [bad word] to obey, betray
The isle of await [bad word] scared from their thought
Thinking I can summon some ancient [bad word] before wrong
Seeking my nature, our nature with fear of being caught
Or have we been like this all along

The dawn of birth gives way to men
Age brings dimness to sight as it must
Death seals the eyelids on darkness once again
Augmentation of the dust