I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain...
— Blade Runner (1982)
The flesh surrenders itself, he thought. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not... yet, I occurred.
— Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah
How can we endure? How can we ensure all our moments will not be lost, like tears in the rain? Does it help to share those moments with others, to pass the baton, as it were? Perhaps. It is pretty to think so.
Here is better advice: Occur well.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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