Do you think I like knowing that the sea would give me my livelihood, while taking away what I love? Even before I met Helen, I knew how she would die. Do you think I liked knowing, even before you all were born, that I would outlive all my children, save one?

I wondered why we gave ourselves time. Why we gave ourselves the means to measure it. Hours; minutes; seconds. Days; months; years. Why had we imposed those things on ourselves? They imprisoned us. Reminded us every moment that our lives were unstoppable.

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