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May 17, 2020
My sisterís sixty-third birthday. One week from today will be my sixty-first. We are in our seventh decade of awareness. A long time. A long time to have experienced so much and so little, cared about so much and so little. All these people, these animals... sitting there on the common, here on this bus. These precious, pointless, brief little mobile sparks of self-aware nonsense. And mine shines with the opposite of divine light. I consider them all, and I find it impossible to imagine how anyone can see a god behind us, or any of it.