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December 22, 2013

Beyond Death

The shadows dance on the window blinds in the early morning. I pull the covers up on this chilly morning realizing that if I never rose from this bed, few would notice. Life goes on without us, the Dao rolls on. There is no one that time waits for. There are millions of indispensable people in cemeteries all over the world and nothing has stopped. No one is permanent, no one is beyond death.