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Humed

How fortunate you are,

To be so hopeful,

To believe one day you will be reunited with the ones long passed.

Each passing moment celebrated,

Just means you are a moment closer.

Fearless in the presence of death,

Revelling in suffering.

What a meaningful life it makes for.

I…

I don’t remember existing before I was born,

Why should I believe I will when I die?

Birth and death, two ends of the same thing –

From nothing, then into nothing

Yet astral travelers tell me I have always been.

That life makes you forget,

That this life is one of many.

But how should I know if they have traveled anywhere except the recesses of their minds, furnished by heaps of information gathered unconsciously throughout life, compounded by the mind’s powerful imagination into a coherent credible experience?

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