Jenny and I once talked about how we manage to live despite the knowledge that we are all going to die. What's the point of it all? Why bother getting up in the morning when faced with such futility? Or is it the promise of death that inspires life? That we must grab what we can while there is still time. Is it the not knowing if today is the day that keeps us going?
But what if this is the day? What if the hour is here?
How do you stand?
How do you breathe?
How do you go on?
Lily and the Octopus, P255-256
Steven Rowley
ISBN 978-1-5011-2622-2
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