All the life after

Sometimes a big scary thing happens. The boat gets rocked. I was sitting at a table when all my wishes came true. I was old and resigned to my losses. I was made young again. I was wise and despaired of surprises. The earth shook and the laws of the universe unbent. I was hungry and desired everything. I was filled and contented and granted eternal life.

So I lay at the bottom of the boat on the flat sweaty ocean and tried not to move forever, because there was joy in the middle of the sea.

Here I am today. There was all my life before, which was good. And here is all my life after, which is better.

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