Death isn't such a big deal. To watch someone go, the act of dying seems devoid of any fanfare, a quiet non-event as this human being turns into an object. It is only our needy, clinging, selfish love, the sort of love that would have this person hang around our troubled sphere no matter what, it is this love that makes the whole thing tragic. Yet it is also this love that lends any meaning to the fairly cold and indifferent universe we inhabit. Go figure.
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