What is death like? Well, I imagine it's a lot like being born, but backwards.
Can you remember anything before you were born? A very rare few might conceivably remember being an embryo, but before that? Impossible.
Complicated things happen. Just because they are complicated, beautiful, and profoundly wonderfully ordered does not mean they have a point.
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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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