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Currently, I am reading The Outline of History, by H.G. Wells. It is a fantastic book, but I find myself drifting off into reflection after reading a particular sentence or passage that catches my attention. While reading about how Neolithic men began to bury the deceased, I immediately stopped reading and started thinking. I had come up with this thought: Life, which every man experiences, is a parallel to placing a frog in a lukewarm water kettle, and slowly heating until the frog is dead before it realizes it. Each year slips past humans unnoticeably, just as the single degree increments in temperature flies by unbeknowngst to the frog. Thus, we are all dead before we know it, regardless of having acceptance of our mortality or not. Just a thought, even though it is quite depressing.

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