Tuesday, March 15, 2011


. . . when you die, you are grieved by all the atoms
of which you were composed.

They hung together for years,
whether in sheets of skin or communities of spleen.

With your death they do not die.

Instead, they part ways, moving off in their separate directions,
mourning the loss of a special time they shared together,

haunted by the feeling that they were once playing parts in
something larger than themselves, something that had its own life,

something they can hardly put a finger on.


~ David Eagleman

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