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To leave or to stay?
Is one really making a choice when the hour of his destiny falls upon him?
Pitching in the throes of stroke — held fast by surgeons whose competence is questionable…
But why transverse?
To step through the temporary veil of ownership and self-indulgent creativity? Because it IS temporary, you know?
Many men have looked up, weary, from the alchemist’s table, after years of attempting transmutation of lead into gold…
…and they find their loved ones grown older — their lives past.
Their oldest memories most valuable.
Their furthest memories, most fondly treasured.
Their most prominent memories only of business.
Those most prominent memories of tarrying away at dreams while Love grew forgotten.
Step through. Continue to self-indulge, to dream.
It is only temporary after all…
But remember those most fond times, those Sacrifices.