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by marginalia_nu
1257 days ago
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Seneca makes an interesting point by reframing death as something that is happening every day[1]. "For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands." Every moment is sand through the hourglass that once expired does not come back. It's up to us whether those moments were lived well or squandered. Our final moment is when we stop dying, when the candle has burned all the way down and run out of wax. [1] https://monadnock.net/seneca/1.html |
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