We're not used to death. Modern societies and believe having passed away, but the only reality that dimensions. The first time I feel the breath of death close, really close enough that their presence can be felt in the room where the dying loved one, we also perceive his eyes. As in the old infantry, we realize that the ranks are decimated and who was on our side and it is not. Somehow, we are in the forefront, with no possibility of escape of progress. The following will inevitably be us, in a chain of orphans has not been broken since the beginning of time. We look at the death. No longer watching us leave.
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