They say hell is knowing heaven, and then losing it.
Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.
As much as I want to erase the memories sometimes, I can’t.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.
…But I couldn’t do this, even if it were possible.
(How can this be? when it’s all an illusion.)
