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I am disturbed at the thought of my own mortality.
I cannot see that there is a life beyond the flesh.
What are other
worlds like?
How have other intelligent beings come to realize their own existence?
I ask myself and ponder life and
death regularly.
Why have we structured our world around greed and commerce?
I have not much, but more than others.
I will die with nothing as will they.
I will most likely not be remembered.
I may leave an impression as some
have.
This is immortality.
If I cannot find my goal or reason to be, then why am I here?
To await non-existence.
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