When you live at the edge of Time, you can see existence as a rounded whole. A place formed and framed like a house where we abide among our ancestors. A place bordered and unified like a country, our country. Like the globe that moves through darkness and stars, that blue pupil in the eye of God.
I mean: I have lately become intimate with death, with my death.
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