"When my uncle died I realized—I experienced the truth of—something
we’ve all always known: Death is not a consummation. It is an end. Life is a
book whose back pages have all been torn out. You get to that last remaining
page, that last sentence, which is itself cut off at some unsatisfactory word,
and
Beautiful. Exactly what it is like.
ReplyDeleteThanks. It seemed a good way to perform a meaning!
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