This article is a somber reminder of the evanescent and translucent nature of potential. As I was reading it, I was reminded of a stanza from Woolsworth's Ode:

This article is a somber reminder of the evanescent and translucent nature of potential. As I was reading it, I was reminded of a stanza from Woolsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day. The things which I have seen I now can see no more.