This One Is For... Epictetus

Not anything to say today. Actually I feel a little bit crazy today. My thoughts are like little tempests, clashing, flying about, uprooting things.

Everyone dies.

This is the one that's underneath each and every single thought. Every single person who's on the earth right now is, one day, going to die. And me too! And who knows when. Oh, these bodies. So fallible, prone to decay. A little wisp of a soul, carrying around a corpse.