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A comment in the office — “Things are OK in spite of bumps in the road.  Unfortunately, I am feeling those bumps”

If you are still feeling things, then you must still be alive.  I imagine what death must be like — anesthesia without the subsequent return of sensation, unconsciousness without awakening.  All disappears, nothing remains, the world is a blank slate.

– mch 23 November