Life, you know. Life is full of color. And we each get to come along and we add our own color to the painting. And even though it's not very big, the painting, you sort of have to figure that it goes on forever, in each direction, to infinity. Cause that's kind of like life, right ?
And then I started to think like what if we're all in the painting everywhere ? And what if we're in the painting before we're born ? What if we're in it after we die ? And these colors that we keep adding, what if they just keep getting added on top of one another, until eventually we're not even different colors anymore ?
We're just...one thing. One painting. People will die in our lives, people that we love. In the future. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe years from now. I mean, it's kind of beautiful , right. If you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can't see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn't mean they're not still in the painting. I think maybe that's the point of the whole thing. There's no dying. There's no you or me or them. It's just us. And this sloppy, wild, colorful, magical thing that has no beginning, it has no end, this right here.
I think it's us.
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