Who can navigate human frailty? For we place a veil that hides true being. We garner trappings to buffer our deepest desires and feelings. Come what may we are never really real.
Death exposes this charade. For it is final and there is no going back. What passed, passed without knowing. We inhabit a world through a fleeting glimpse. Never fully committing. Life is a realm where we skim the veneer. Existence evades us while we chase what is beyond us. All too soon all too readily we are dust.
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
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R.I.P may you rest easy
The only certainty in life, Death, a interesting and well written piece, enjoyed
Beaucoup de gratitude.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Merci mon âme.
You're welcome
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