The act of remembering and honoring, it seems reasonable to make this assumption, should make us stop and stare and consider the impermanence of all life.

If a part of my mind could form those words, or relay that meaning, then it would mean I do not know who I am or what I am saying. Was I in a fugue state? Was I misunderstood?

There are huge eternities without a body. That very rarity suggests we cherish what we have while we have it, don’t you think?

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