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Do we live as if every breath we take could be our last? Sounds exhausting! Or do we live as if we will live forever? Forever is such a long time!
Day to day. Do we count the days, or just live without the counting?
One morning I blurted out (blame it on too much coffee): "The Dead are always with us. We carry them with us in our DNA, in our spirits, always." Is that true? Don't rightly know. If it is, it's a heavy thing. Right?! No wonder waking and matriculating during the day can seem like a job.
Death. Our friend. Our constant companion. Our Nemesis. Our adversary. Our confidant. Our Hero? Our Ultimate Villain? Does Death, and the Spector of Death give our lives meaning, shape, gravity? I don't rightly know.
