Yet as time goes by, as it does for us by the passing of days, my load continually becomes lighter and my patience for things increases and my money becomes less, I forget more of what I was in the world and how the world was. Yet it is not so much that I forget, because there is something there that is a reminder of the chaos, I was in, being carried by it currents in death before knowing life. True life, for truth must be lived to be known, it cannot be truth if it is believed from someone else’s lips.
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