When we die, as when the scenes have been fixed on to celluloid and the scenery is pulled down and burnt we are phantoms in the memories of our descendants. Then we are ghosts, my dear, then we are myths. But still we are together. We are the past together, we are a distant past. Beneath the dome of the mysterious stars, I still hear your voice.
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Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave
- Life — Reflections on the meaning, challenges, and beauty of life
- Philosophy — Deep thoughts on existence, knowledge, and the nature of reality