Time to think of going over. I used to think I had plenty of time. I was fooled big time the whole time. I held onto a changing world, a temporary world, and postponed thinking about any eternal world as if it would never appear. But it will appear any time.
And for many I well knew and knew well, it did and it has. It is just like the poem taught in school, Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may.... It must be a terror trap like existence to know when I exist, but don't. The flesh no longer helps me there.
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