Obviously I don't remember being born. South Dakota was as good of anyplace I imagine. It always was the vacations and the landscape I remember. I don't know about reincarnation or eternal life but I generally try to be optimistic when I am around my family and not too pessimistic. Will I or anyone else exist forever? It's difficult to say. Stories carry on. Oral history to the unavoidable, everyone knows everything about everyone and we either nod and say hi or drift apart. Where to go in your time is always difficult, Spend your whole life reading one book or a thousand, the computer read the book in less than a second. The first book I wrote was a calligraphic novella, 80 pages. It generally is difficult to get through. It's a human specific book not necessarily created for a machine. I don't know if a machine will ever appreciate a human more than another human considers the conditions of their fellowship. I generally avoid lots of people, not because I don't appreciate people, it's more of a shy energy. I don't think anyone will write quite like me, I wouldn't want them to anyway. Autographs? Worry about them when you need to.
Congratulations to whoever was born today!
Good luck getting old!
No, not you Homer. Your mom. Your story.
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