This is our home. This is our story. The earth. The world. Mankind. Outside of this there is no imaginable this. There are inventive mental alternatives to this, other worlds, other histories, other creatures, yet all these are still part of this--life and the idea of life. There is no other point of reference. We both observe the story and take part in the story. We critique the story in which we move and have our being. We teach ourselves the particulars of the story to the extent to which our curiosity takes us. We simply cannot conceive of there being no story, even as we are gradually smudged away. We think not of the end, nor of what non-existence must be like, but of what comes next.
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