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Because we don't know when we will die, we live to think of life as an inexhuastible well.


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Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.

How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even consider your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that? How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty; and yet, it all seems limitless.

 

Are you lost?

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