the miracle of life and death, being able to conceive of dying is itself an incredible thing, a dangerous thing if we imagine it to be an answer to any problem, clearly we dont want to die, we dont want to go downwards towards it unless something like depression pushes us there, we must be afraid of it for a reason or else we might just give up and die out of boredom or curiosity but we have to experience that fear just to feel alive sometimes, either physically through risky behavour or emotionally through depressive thinking? We need to go there sometimes just to get a perspective on things but its cold and bleak and there is always the danger of getting locked out, forgotten about like a howling dog..
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