I am the one who knows no other solace
than remembering a time of joy.
I am often the undeserved joy.
I am the one who knows that he is nothing but an echo,
one who wants to die entirely.
I am perhaps the one you are in a dream.
I am the thing I am. As Shakespeare said it.
I am the one who survives all the cowards
and all the fatuous ones he’s been.
—Jorge Luis Borges, The Thing I Am