Rough Day Yesterday

didn;t feel like I could bring the standard level of quality yesterday. Penny is very very dear to me. More than I can ever quite describe.


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I've been thinking a lot about death, recently. In a strictly academic fashion, please understand. 

Philosophically, you die every second. Not every second, but every smallest number that measures time. You never live in the present, because your brain can't process information that fast. The "present" is just shit that you're processing that already happened in the past. The you from the past is dead.

Every X number of years, every cell in your body is completely fresh. This means that the original you died, and you're simply a copy.

With this in mind, all that needs to happen is for the random molecules to come together somewhere in the infinite universe that constitute "you" for you to be born again.

Or so I'd like to think.