So this sentience
which we all share alike and apart, in that we are individually
unique, is a shared comprehension of the world we thought we were,
the living we thought we had.
And we shall
find, in the end result, that we have never lived at all. Life
itself, an illusion, is our greatest comprehension we can attain in
bodies.
Out of bodies, we attain the world all over again, but in its
entirety, not its segregation, in its unity, not its mass horror.
We
await the time, when time has passed, and is no longer with us. For
in this shall we find our illusion past, our sorrow reconciled, our
destiny complete.
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