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Everything in life is fleeting. Your happiness that you experience is fleeting. The satisfaction you experience is fleeting. The breaths you take turn ragged and eventually, they stop. If one were to question this nature, they might bring into example seemingly permanent things, such as existence itself, not the existence of any one thing, but rather the existence of everything. There will be a Big Bang once again and the cycle repeats but in those brief recessions there will be nothing, and even though in technicality there is existence of nothing, one could make the argument this existence is void and meaningless. But throughout this entire meaningless cycle in which everything is connected including us to the dark matter coursing in between galaxies, there is one single constant that one must consider in times like this, and that is that in every being that exists, in every sentient organism in the theoretical infinite galaxies among the universe.

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