"Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death?"
"There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don't go on forever. Must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it. It never occurred to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction, and time is its only measure."
I just wrote a really long paragraph about how I feel that I wanted to send to someone. Of course, I chickened out.
We all have things we want to share with people, but regardless of whether we are too scared or you feel like the time has passed, I want you to post them here. They don't have to be about me, or anyone on LJ. Just post. Comments are screened and anon commenting is on.