We walk surrounded by death. Only a fine, invisible line separates our worlds.
We all have the power to kill, and to die.
As life goes on, a million packets of life, "beings," cross that line. A million contents of those packets are exchanged.
Our life, our memory, is incidental, and an incredible blessing.
Thank you God.
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