Lily erode
Eros rapture
To dust
To dust
To dust
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Lily erode
Eros rapture
To dust
To dust
To dust
12:28am, April 26th 2015
Biological life exists solely to reproduce.
How many of us will die, leaving nothing behind?
Death is a slow, subtle process.
It begins with the body, and ends with the self.
After you die, you disconnect from the world.
Your ego cannot reinforce itself in the minds of others, anymore.
The complexities of your self fade. Distort.
You are reduced from human, to figure, to caricature.
Events along a timeline, to be summed as virtue, or vice.
What is the purpose of legacy, then?
Why does anyone even care?
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