Your life is the one place you have to spend yourself fully -
wild, generous, drastic -
in an unrationed profligacy of self...
And in that split second when you understand that you are finally about to die - to uncreate the world, no time to do it over, no more chances - that instant when you realize your conscious existence is truly a flarig nova, won't you want to have used up all - ALL- the splendor that you are?
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