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The mountain's been burning today. Fifth time since I moved into this building. There's something rather grounding about watching the destruction of thick underbrush, and the renewal that comes after it.
All things end. Some things, while others are in the flush of life, or just getting started.
We have such strange, brief flickers of consciousness - and spend so much of them worrying about how we measure up to arbitrary human notions of value.
Such silly little critters we are.
