And you can get caught holding one end of a love, when your father drops, and your mother; when a land is lost, or a time, and your
friend blotted out, gone, your brother's body spoiled and cold, your infant dead, and you dying; you reel out love's long line alone, stripped like a
live wire loosing its sparks to a cloud, like a
live wire loosed in space to longing and grief
everlasting [pp. 42 - 43].
Rather than standing as an
everlasting symbol of one's image and being, a selfie, snap, or
friend pic is only a singular, finite, and fleeting, example of one's personality and
life.