To “Passing through”
"Because we don't know when we will die.
We get to think of life as an inexhaustable well.
And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, a very smell number really.
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood.
Some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being, that you can't concevie your life without it?
Perhaps four or five times more? Perhaps not even that.
How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.."
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