one (everything looks the same in America, there are no transitions now).

When the commonplace "We must all die" tranfors itself suddenly into the acute consciousness "I must die - and soon," then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first.

You can only fight Fate so far, and when you give in to it you're very strong; because all of your force flows in one direction.

Written By John Steinbeck

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