I Love the Harbor, and I Love It.

I was rereading prust ah. I had sor a six month period, a lot of time on my hands. And this poem that that was a part of its called the harbor. And it is, am, a. It has six parts. I think it's really deep into these questions about when you love something deeply. A, your mother, your mother's death. Am, who we are in the universe. This line, which i loved, which is more mysterious, more inexplicable, dying or staying alive? So can you talk about maybe getting all these questions about speaker and and subject and death and mortality around this idea of a harbor? You know, ilis it?