"I felt it as a sensual delight that I should become one with – become this earth which is forever radiated by the sun in such a constant ferment and which lives – lives – and which will grow plants from my decaying body – trees and flowers – and the sun will warm them and I will exist in them – and nothing will perish – and that is eternity." --Edvard Munch

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Consider this: you die. Then you come back. But you're not quite the same as you were before, and someone else -- your duplicate, someone who is the you that you should be -- has filled your place as seamlessly as if you didn't exist at all. Your history, your name, your friends are gone. Your lover chooses him without having even to think.

You shouldn't be here. You're inconvenient.

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