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Damned. The world I know is just the finite gamble of men trying to take a small chunk of it all for themselves, but in the end the reaper takes all, and at the end of the reaper, nothing is taken or wagered or built or destroyed, for without our definitions it is only patterns- beautiful, spectacular patterns that we had a small time to witness while we wagered our chunks of things for more things. We only see so much before we are no longer. I wonder who will see the end of the things I saw begin, I wonder what will take the place of those things. when I am dead and decayed and mixed with the things, what things will my atoms constitute? How terrifying it is to be so finite, how tragic to be dying from the day we are born, how wonderful it is to have this chance to see all these things.
