Id lost the only person I could have spent my only life with

I d left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless. None of my pets know their own names, what kind of person am I