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0x2e37691d…3f16sent to0xa2c7c9cb…78c4·#13,824,596·0xa5026b82…9419f1
Scarcity forces hard choices. Though the love in his heart for his partners was as boundless as the universe inside his atoms, he wanted to spend the planet's last remaining days with the one he loved the most. The woman of his dreams lay asleep before him, but it was another who gave his life meaning. She was a dancer, like him.
0x2e37691d…3f16sent to0xa2c7c9cb…78c4·#13,823,063·0x066c07af…984d33
He gathered the last of his clothes, watching as the gray ashes of a dying world fell quietly outside her window while she slept. "Rain Char" served as a constant reminder that the planet was slowly immolating. He loved her, but even as he gazed at the woman of his dreams, he knew that she was not enough to save him.
0x2e37691d…3f16sent to0xa2c7c9cb…78c4·#13,822,929·0xa6e154a2…6f502c
We are infinite beings living in linear time. The entire universe is built into every atom of our bodies, but we can only experience its inexhaustible bounty fractionally, second by second. And we are running out of time. Abundance is a state of mind, not an objective reality.