Two Possibilities: Making Oneself Infinitely Small Or

I Miss You Deeply, Unfathomably, Senselessly, Terribly.

Alas," Said The Mouse, "the Whole World Is Growing Smaller Every Day. At The Beginning It Was So Big That I Was Afraid, I Kept Running And Running, And I Was Glad When I Saw Walls Far Away To The Right And Left, But These Long Walls Have Narrowed So Quickly That I Am In The Last Chamber Already, And There In The Corner Stands The Trap That I Must Run Into." "you Only Need To Change Your Direction," Said The Cat, And Ate It Up.

I’m Tired, Can’t Think Of Anything And Want Only To Lay My Face In Your Lap, Feel Your Hand On My Head And Remain Like That Through All Eternity.

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.

It's Only Because Of Their Stupidity That They're Able To Be So Sure Of Themselves.