It happened, by human standards, forever ago. Enough time for millions of lives to come and go. A fictionalized account of why we’re all bad, bad little boys and girls. Much like Herr Klaus watching and judging us in these postlapsarian times, they watch and judge with a promise of the greatest gift. Maybe we need to be rewarded on a constant basis for our own humanity. Once a year, twice a month, or at least with greater frequency than never in life, but only in death.
We struggle for our lives. The secret was and always has been we have life. It’s just what to do with it and how to keep it (or at least how to end it on our own terms) that is the problem.
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