We are all we have been, all we have seen and felt, all the encounters we ever had. We lend and borrow perceptions of reality from others and exist in a world that is made of all the worlds any human has ever dreamed of.

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Each of us is a brief human tale in the long story of humanity, an interval between all stories ever told and all the ones to be unveiled.

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We are pieces of eternity, full stops and starting points. We won’t ever be all the time there is, in the same way we won’t ever be just the time we have.