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[humananalysis]

Death is inescapable, whether it's quick or slow. With birth comes the garuantee of death, there is no immortality unless you are Earth's elements, but an ending is still possible. Since there is impermanence under the human flesh, every moment in life should be cherished, always acknowledged for being created. Within time itself, is life; life is beautiful henceforth, life [with death] should be accredited with the gifts it brings forth.
When one sits down and thinks, one is thinking there own thoughts. How is that one cannot think another's? Why can't one think another's?