Nothing Profound
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It's interesting, isn't it, how we start and how we end, and how similar the two are, so close that you can't even really tell them apart.
We begin on all fours—mewling, pitiful—stretch our limbs, lengthening bone, losing fat, straightening up until (for just one second) we stand, with all the grandeur we will ever possess, on top of the world.
Then the moment passes and we are shrinking, slowly at first, almost imperceptibly, wrinkling and sagging, hanging loose and shriveled, finally dropping to all fours, gasping, curling up, then expiring, as if nothing profound had even occurred.
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