If my memory ever begins to fade, I hope it starts with the bad ones. Maybe it's already rolling. I seem to have mostly sweet memories. I'm pretty sure that some bad things have happened. I mean, let's face it, I've been here for a good, long time.
Nobody has come back from the dead and, as far as I know, nobody has come back from the future. Those concepts make for fine religions and movies. Seems queer, somehow, that it's so hard to keep the mind tethered to the here and now, doesn't it?
Maybe if I were better company, I would enjoy spending so much time with myself.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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