Yeah, I just wanted to say that, you know, there's gonna come a time when all of us are dead. There was a time before humans, and there's gonna be a time after, and it could be tomorrow,
it could be a million years from now. And when it does, there will be no one left to remember Cleopatra or Muhammad Ali or Mozart, let alone any of us. Oblivion's inevitable.
The first little while is the hardest, and then you move on.
But in the cosmos there is balm as well as bitterness, and that balm is nepenthe.
No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings—that one no longer has a self—that is the nameless summit of agony and dread.
You don't drink tequila because you're thirsty.
Nobody keeps magazines longer than hospitals.
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