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I never associate that feeling you get, when you lie awake, when you realize how small your life is, that your dust exists briefly as the shape of a man, with the tether of a soul to animate it; with dread. Its an honour to be here at this moment, during this march of the constellations, to witness the moments that pass by. Its a blessing to be here, and the finality of that is further gift. There's hope for the future, of you, of man, of our souls, or of the dust, who knows what's beyond the veil, could be nothing, bliss, could be another course to set. Your purpose is yours to choose, and wise men will tell you just as fools, to set your sights on the star they follow. but the choice is yours alone. Listen to their wisdom, from their successes and their failures. And I promise you that we'll all be in the same place, in 80 years time. and then a leaky pipe dumped poo poo on my head
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