In our family, November is a big month for birthdays. As you may recall, I had mine a couple of weeks ago. Last week, we celebrated my wife's. How funny it is, that despite the seemingly endless points over which people disagree, the vast disparities and differences in income, vocation, and station in the human family, and the diverse political, cultural, and religious loyalties that mark human beings, all of us, every single one of us, has a birthday. At some point in history, at some unique singularity in space and time, we all were born.
It's really rather extraordinary. For untold millennia we were not here, and then, one day, in the proverbial flash of a moment, we were. We began.
Yet as we all know, what begins eventually ends. And what will we do then? I ask because if there was once a time beyond time out of which time came, there will be a time beyond time into which time will one day end. We do not live in a vacuum, and neither does existence.
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