I believe that the moon looks better at the morning sky.

I don't know why but maybe because the holes appear clearly.

Memento mori.

No matter how effective AI becomes, how fast it is in providing you the perfect translation, nothing in this world can ever replace the joy I feel flipping through pages of my dictionary. Taking too long to find what I want, the triumph of finally discovering just the right word, the one that fits perfectly and creatively in its place.
Irreplaceable pleasure.