Never

Never. Not ever. Not even once. The absence of existence, the absence of condition.

You may have thought so at the time, but you never loved me.

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Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never--in nothing, great or small, large or petty--never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.

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 – Sir Winston Spencer Churchill (1874-1965)
 – Address at Harrow School [October 29, 1941]

I've never been to outer space.

But I've explored my inner space often.

Ever always. Trees trees hands. That's Norwegian poetry in a nutshell.

Will you never be content?

When I was left at court as a pledge by my father, I thought that I would never see my home again, never walk over those green hills or run between the trees of the forest.

But now, twenty years later, I am returning. A lady in my own right.

Or a right which is mine at least. For I have purchased it with my life and my blood and my birth of sons.

Better late than never.

I have never regretted any of the major choices I have made in my life.

There are some minor ones I would not make again. But they are not important enough to regret.

born to boundaries

curled within the narrow circle

you breathe above

That center infinitely falling

to never

It really is impossible to deny a happening by saying »Never« – it's a word of such absolution, yet until the day comes (in 2023, I hear) when we can foresee the future, »never« should not be used.

What happens in never never land, stays in never never land.