My thumb hurts. It was recently that I discovered this, but I feel it may have been this way for some time. Obviously, I do not know why it is. I may try to figure it out, but I may not as well. For isn't a bit of mystery good for us? Even if it's just something simple like a minor, unexplained pain. Sure, it could be uncomfortable (pain, specifically), but I at least like not knowing some things. The larger the scale, the more intriguing I find it, and the more drawn I am.
I suppose this may be why death so fascinates mankind. An eternity of darkness, pain, light, joy, nothingness, fulfillment, sadness, what have you. It is the ultimate unknown, and it comes to each of us as it wills. Some find their solace in religion, others in science, others in nothing. But when we reach the end, each and every one of us, we tremble. We are shaken by the magnitude of what is about to happen, we revel in the ending of these days, we cry out for something. Whether those things be in fear, elation, or vain, is up to you.
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