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  • I wish I knew what to say or do.

    You think you're ready. You know?

    You think you can handle it. You can.

    It's just life. The way it has always been.

    There is no changing the order of things.

    We build our lives on the bones of the ones who came before.

    The bones, the ruins, the accomplishments, the lost discoveries... of the ones who came before.

    We become the ones who came before.

    We are.

    Most of them - those otherworldly them - gave no thought to how the experience of being here might change after they left.

    What wasn't... was rarely imagined.

    And if it could have been.... would it have been this?

    Sure, now we have sci-fi and future thinking.

    It makes no never-mind.

    We won't be there. Then.

    Our world. The one we live in now.

    Is our world.

    Just as that world. The one we study in history books. Is the one they lived in then.

    It was so important. Who stood on top of which ant hill and for how long.

    Wearing what. Carrying which flag. Long buried and rotted.

    Who shot whom. Who loved whom. Who betrayed. Who baked the finest. Drank the most. Created the highest good. Or not.

    Who never lived forever.
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