Cats die with class. They know it when it's time, and they walk their range looking for the perfect spot to die in. The time comes and they go to their hidden spot and lay down and then, they're gone. Very different for humans. We must be wired to fight it, or maybe find some importance. But there isn't any. No more than the cats. This song sums it up. We live too long and we become a nullity. We become invisible. We are reduced to a fading photograph, even to ourselves. I wish that I had died young.
Sunday, January 5, 2025
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