Life is either exceedingly meaningless and we are all just distracting ourselves from our inevitable death. Or life is significant and incredibly momentous.
A water drop is either insignificantly boring or it is a tear of God, grieving with and for us, all the tears we can't (or will not) cry.
And what does death mean for someone unborn? Maybe we are all alive in a womb, thinking that this is all. Maybe we are all awaiting a difficult birth into a life we could never imagine possible.
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