It’s the deconstruction of something that is worthless by itself, as it not exists now. It’s supported in an experienced moment, for existing in a memory of what it used to be; Therefore, while living now as the past once was the present, one might be able to live currently the past, as intact as one’s memory allows him to.

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Fear of death, to the one who dies, appears partially due to the confrontation of not experiencing and knowing eternity. Nevertheless, those who die in the pinnacle

of life, the epitome of what’s considered to

be beauty at it’s greatest peak, will forever

be remembered that way.