âŚIâve thought a lot lately about how all the things we take for solid, ever-present forms are, in fact, crumbling or absolutely changing. The overriding sense I get is that we ought to slow down, slow down. No one is going to survive forever, but weâre all going to make it through. Get that? There was a kid I knew as a child who died unexpectedly on the bus one day like all the other days. We were in elementary school. I remember trying to reconcile his disappearance from this planet w/some innate sense of fairness, & failing. But, looking back now, I see he made it through. He made it through the same way Iâm going to make it through, my grandfatherâs going to make it through & all of our triumphant & tragic stories will make it through. So slow down. None survive, but we all make it through.
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