What a mystery it is to be alive.
What a terror, a blessing, a dream, a curiosity it is to wake up each morning and realize we're still in the world.
What a painful joy. What an amusing bewilderment. What a brilliant darkness, an opaque light.
No wonder we keep showing up for it.
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Alive. Dead. Conscious. Unconscious. What a mystery it is simply to be.
And ain't it grand.
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