I still have your unending absence in my life

Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

The Electric Monk's day was going tremendously well and he broke into an excited gallop. That is to say that, excitedly, he spurred his horse to a gallop and, unexcitedly, his horse broke into it.

Plot a murder, you're saying. But every plot is a murder in effect. To plot is to die, whether we know it or not. [...] To plot, to take aim at something, to shape time and space. This is how we advance the art of human consciousness. (WN 291-2)

Written By Don DeLillo

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