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Perhaps the ultimate realization is when you stop lying to yourself, that this is the true reality. You see yourself for who you really are and suddenly, a gentle peace comes over you. It's okay, you say. It's okay. It's been a quiet week. I'll say, the passing of Kurt Vonnegut was strange-- strange in that I had just read Cat's Cradle and have been talking about Slaughterhouse-Five for the past month. But... so it goes. Requiem by Kurt Vonnegut: When the last living thing has died on account of us, how poetical it would be if Earth could say, in a voice floating up perhaps from the floor of the Grand Canyon, “It is done.” People did not like it here. |
RIP. I'm sure he's smiling with a jocular expression on his face.
Wow...what a great poem.