"There in the back of the church, I daydreamed a theory of what life was all about. I told myself that mother and Felix and the Reverend Harrell and Dwayne Hoover and so on were cells in what was supposed to be one great big animal. There was no reason to take us seriously as individuals. Celia in her casket there, all shot through with Drano and amphetamine, might have been a dead cell sloughed off by a pancreas the size of the Milky Way.
How comical that I, a single cell, should take my life so seriously!
I found myself smiling at a funeral."
Kurt Vonnegut
(Sorry, I'm on a Vonnegut bender.)
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never apologize. so good.
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