Anaïs.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to spend some time thinking your thoughts. My mind is the room from which I see the world; when your thoughts traveled through it, the window got a bit bigger.

I understand a bit more now, see a bit more clearly and deeply. There's passion and interestingness in things I barely noticed before.

You feel much closer, more alive now than most of the people whose lungs are still breathing. It's weird that you're dead.

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It's easy to understand death intellectually, rationally, but why is it so hard to grasp it emotionally?

Why is it impossible to reach the feeling that yeah, I get this now?

Anaïs Nin