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“Do not throw up your ideas, but realize them. The boy who never built a castle in the air will never build one on earth.”

I will die.
You will die.
The atoms that huddled for a cosmic blink around the shadow of a self will return to the seas that made us.
What will survive of us are shoreless seeds and stardust.

[Margaret Fuller]
BY GENIUS BELONGING TO THE WORLD. It strikes me, this existential ecology, as the simplest, most perfect measure of an actualized life—far fuller than fame and success, more generous than personal love and its greedy affinities, more precise than happiness and its confused aims.

Behind each door of what-if lies an unanswerable question that unhinges an infinite Rube Goldberg machine of probabilities. The life we have is the only one we will ever know, and even that with tenuous certainty.