The tremendous mystery of death. Make no mistake, no matter what your belief, regardless of what gives you comfort, your scoffing, quaffing, dissolution, or sainted pietism it remains a mystery. The ultimate divine ground, upon which the penultimate, existence rests. It seems the whole labyrinth of our movements revolves around this mystery and should. But how do you show it? I don't know, but here is my attempt.
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