If something comes to life in others because of you, then you have made an approach to immortality.
Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.
Between us, love the buses at the door the long glass street two years, my death to yours my death upon your lips my face becoming glass strong challenged time making me win immortal our street our river a deadly glass to hold. Now they are feeding me into a steel mill furnace O love the stream of glass a stream of living fire.