Imagine traveling in reverse through your life. We swim through funeral to moments with friends weve lost, as that preciousness rapidly evaporates until the very instance it occurred. The ache you have for your childhood Christmas dissipating as you put your favorite present back into the box and wrap it up. Numb.
The question you penciled on placemat "what is my purpose?" rapidly becoming meaningless. As we stand at the South Pole and ask where is South from here?
We cease.
We perish. We return back to the dust,
through our mother.
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