Do I Wither Up And Disappear, Or

One Hundred And Ten Years From Now No One Who Is Here Now Will Be Alive.

When You Look At It That Way, You Can See How Absurd It Is That We Individualize Ourselves With Our Fences And Hoarded Possessions.

Life Is Like A Wrestling Match- We Struggle To Fight But We Never Know That The Only Side That Wins Is The One With Great Love In It.

If We Can Remember The Feeling Of Love We Once Had, We Can Die Without Ever Going Away.

Grieve And Mourn For Yourself Not Once Or Twice, But Again And Again.