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The joy of privilege resided in the unspoken.
“People who pretend that executions are sensible forms of communication are the same sort of people who believe in articulate bombs and swords that sing. Violence is always incoherent; it only babbles.
“I was present at the beginning of time. I was there when the first coals of the universe turned red and burned for an age. I was dust floating in dead black nothing for half an eternity. I was a star when it formed. I was a star when it died. I was a ray of light bolting across a galaxy for ten thousand years, only to be caught and devoured by an oak leaf.”
What a beautiful depiction of experience death by Josiah Bancroft. Just, wow.
“I was present at the beginning of time. I was there when the first coals of the universe turned red and burned for an age. I was dust floating in dead black nothing for half an eternity. I was a star when it formed. I was a star when it died. I was a ray of light bolting across a galaxy for ten thousand years, only to be caught and devoured by an oak leaf.”
What a beautiful depiction of experiencing death by Josiah Bancroft. Just, wow.
