I just finished reading "Our town" by Thorton Wilder for school. At the conclusion of the play, he leaves the reader with a little bit of wisdom. It's from the point of view of the dead. I'm interested to see what you make of it; one sentence in particular... "Yes, now you know. Now you know. That's what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up and down trampling on the feelings of those...of those about you. To spend and waste time as if you had a million years. To always be at mercy of one self-centered passion, or another. Now you know-that's the happy existence you wanted to go back to. Ignorance and Blindness.