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she pondered how peculiar it is that something transcendent, something unparalleled, can take place and yet humans still walk, breathe, move, live the same. Things like hunger and exhaustion should cease to exist in the face of the sublime, the tragic. And yet, there they are. It felt blasphemous.
(Nee war-in sul-is nah mawd-in-ye gun law) No morning’s sun lasts all day; an Irish Gaelic saying meaning: life is finite, enjoy it while you can
“Just because someone else is dying doesn’t mean the rest of the world has to stop living. That would spit in the face of the days they did have. Don’t get lost in if-only’s.
