Them as counts counts moren them as dont count
Life is a process of one goneness after another.
If reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show.
After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?
More and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited.
Me, what's that after all? An arbitrary limitation of being bounded by the people before and after and on either side. Where they leave off I begin, and vice versa.