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The End of Things

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  • Dec 11, 2017
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December 11, 2017

I woke up in the middle of the night with a very clear awareness of death. It was not frightening. It was an understanding that one day all this, all that I perceive to be real and important, would no longer exist. It was a razor sharp moment of insight into the end of things. It wasn’t a dream. It was a glimpse of the inevitable. A moment of illumination, an unveiling of truth.

 
 
 

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