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It's never too early for immortality
Today might be the day I redeem the suffering of my existence. Today I might crest my wave, reach the cusp. Today I might facetime with the singularity of my spacetime. I won’t know until later. I may not know until I am far off this plane and have boarded the next one. I may never, nor may anyone. We don’t notice everything. To be conscious is a precious gift to receive.