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About free will... About Nicodimus...

Yes, death is the end of a human life. And yet, the longer I contemplate death, the less obvious the boundary becomes where we can confidently say: here life ended, and death began. Where exactly is that point? Is it when the heart stops? When breathing ceases? When consciousness disappears? When the brain can no longer sustain what we call a personality? Or does death begin much earlier? at the moment when the person we have been can no longer continue to exist in the form in which they have existed until now?

Today is not an ordinary day.

When a woman who has never been truly appreciated meets a man who has never been truly loved, they become legendary lovers.

It all started with wild raspberries.