There is nothing we can now call our own, for what we call so is the effect of art; crimes are made by decrees of the senate, or by the votes of the people; and...
—Blaise Pascal
Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.
—Meredith Duran
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