September 8, 2009 / :: macbaen :: / 0 Comments Reflecting Lake via www.photosmith.ca TwitterFacebookTumblr Photo Previous post Untitled (via littlemisspatricia) Next post I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annhiliation. Happiness is none the less true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting. Leave a ReplyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ
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