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  • Writer's pictureCharlie Nicely

Of Birth and Death

Updated: Jan 30, 2020

There is always something in me being born in a given moment and something in me that dies. My life is stained with the freshness of birth and the sadness of death. I know that I am vast enough to hold them both, as the space that holds these worlds has never been born and never dies--it endures all pain, all confusion, all loss, all sadness, all mistakes, all perfections--the doing and undoing of life. I am that space.

Self-portrait Between Death and Sister by Peter Weiss, 1935

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