Every now and then, it becomes clear how much of a game the Universe really is. In those moments of clarity, I get to shift my focus off the board and onto the players. Something whispers to me that I should push myself harder-enjoy myself even more. Because in the end, I’m gone. And that’s not a bad thing.
Who’s to say I ever existed?
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
You are such a philosopher.
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Haha, thanks! It’s a double edged sword for sure.
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In 5,000 years, no one will say any of us ever existed.
Great thoughts, interesting post.
Wow, what a fantastic blog!
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Thanks! I’m really just paraphrasing smarter people, but thanks! 🙂
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Life is a play and you an actor but hey your books and words will remain in cyberspace for ever more. What if in the future someone stumbles on your musings and believes you to be Divine ? ( as St. Paul says we all ready are😎)
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I hope they don’t make a religion out of it and wage war in my name, haha! 🙂
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Oh… You are absolutely right…but You are the author of
Echo so expect them to follow your book to the letter…😳😍
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Haha! Time to start investing in hiding spots! 🙂
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