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If You Were To Go [To The Rijksmuseum], And Hopefully Someday You Will, You Would See A Lot Of Paintings Of Dead People. You’d See Jesus On The Cross, And You’d See A Dude Getting Stabbed In The Neck, And You’d See People Dying At Sea And In Battle And A Parade Of Martyrs. But Not. One. Single. Cancer. Kid. Nobody Biting It From The Plague Or Smallpox Or Yellow Fever Or Whatever, Because There Is No Glory In Illness. There Is No Meaning To It. There Is No Honor In Dying Of.

I Can’t Talk About Our Love Story, So I Will Talk About Math. I Am Not A Mathematician, But I Know This: There Are Infinite Numbers Between 0 And 1. There’s .1 And .12 And .112 And An Infinite Collection Of Others. Of Course, There Is A Bigger Infinite Set Of Numbers Between 0 And 2, Or Between 0 And A Million. Some Infinities Are Bigger Than Other Infinities. A Writer We Used To Like Taught Us That. There Are Days, Many Of Them, When I Resent The Size Of My Unbounded Set. I Want More Numbers Than I’m Likely To Get. But, My Love, I Cannot Tell You How Thankful I Am For Our Little Infinity. I Wouldn’t Trade It For The World. You Gave Me A Forever Within The Numbered Days, And I’m Grateful.

[Not Smoking The Cigarette Is] A Metaphor, See: You Put The Killing Thing Right Between Your Teeth, But You Don’t Give It The Power To Do Its Killing.

There Will Come A Time, When All Of Us Are Dead. All Of Us. There Will Come A Time When There Are No Human Beings Remaining To Remember That Anyone Ever Existed Or That Our Species Ever Did Anything.

You Clench Your Teeth. You Look Up. You Tell Yourself That If They See You Cry, It Will Hurt Them, And You Will Be Nothing But A Sadness In Their Lives, And You Must Not Become A Mere Sadness, So You Will Not Cry, And You Say All Of This To Yourself While Looking Up At The Ceiling, And Then You Swallow Even Though Your Throat Does Not Want To Close And You Look At The Person Who Loves You And Smile.