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The days that confine us, so long yet so short, we fool ourselves into thinking that they mark the days, but really, aren't the seconds that count? Because each of us have our lives, but every second, lives are lost; accidental, predicted, unpredicted, how do we know when it ends? So which seconds are the ones that count? Foolishness it is to try to decide, for where does it lie a second which does not? Every second, we are being formed, we are growing, we are becoming more than life, more than moving cells, because thoughts; thoughts are not alive but I'd be damned if they didn't mean at least as much as life.