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My friends, the cats.

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There are no lines, just different shades along a gradient. Yet within all the chaos and uncertainty we hang onto our version of order.

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If death were a social construct then perhaps a hermit in a secluded area with severe amnesia, might live forever. There would be no thought of death in his mind, and none of it from others to invite it to his door.

::nonlineartime

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