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If you can’t know what’s right in front of you, you can’t know what’s beyond you.
He has a funny thought. No one carries the best parts of themselves. The best parts are those held inside of others.
A single life is nothing but a spark. The explosion is everything after death, the generations of reverberation. Every consumed morsel of your body, your wisdom, your kindness, your art, is another bid for perfection, a chance to get it right this time, or next time, or the time after that. There is no death.
