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When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me - it still sometimes happens - and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I donβt ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chanceβ¦ . That pure chance could be so generous and so kindβ¦ . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of timeβ¦ . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and itβs much more meaningfulβ¦ . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I donβt think Iβll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful. -Ann Druyan
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The closer one gets to realizing his destiny the more that destiny becomes his true reason for being.
The Alchemist// Paulo Coelho
If you drop weed from space it will burn in the atmosphere and make the whole world high.
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