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The body is a biological car, maybe you inherited a Rolls Royce, a Lamborghini, a Maserati, most probably you got a Prius or a work-truck. Sooner or later, whether a Bentley or a model T Ford all vehicles end up the same. In the end you will be driving a clunker. Engines go phut, and that old engine cannot be un-phut-ted. The engine is not alive without you. For the never-living there is only the scrap-yard. Only what lives can never die. Herein lies the only spiritual lesson you need ever take to heart, but then you must ask what lives?

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Date: 5/16/2022 7:48:00 PM
This is another winner, in my humble opinion. A truth expressed so delightfully in analogy. Keep writing, Eric. You have enormous talent.
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