09.19.05 - 8:20 a.m.

I read that "space is the corpse of time," which seems like a very true and beautiful way of putting it. Just the act of living has always been an archeological dig. The old sunlight that's streaming in is already worn from wear, and everything else is older still. There've always been the old science teacher adages, telling me the stuff of our bodies was baked like gingerbread men millenia ago in the same oven that cooked the whole universe....but I'm really thinking about it this time...and trying to figure out what it means to me....

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