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1 " And he rode faster and faster still so that at last he looked through the eyes of angels and his mind was cleansed of all earthly effects and he reached that higher realm of light in which all things are holy and pure. "
― Foster Kinn , The Poet, The Professor, and the Redneck: How Men Die, How They Live
2 " After saying goodbye to Cassie, Wyatt was alone, an everywhere stranger, his emotions disconnected like old kitchen items strewn around a dump. Loneliness was his only companion. But the loneliness itself was something he simply observed rather than felt so it didn’t bother him, but he did gradually come to worry about the fact that it didn’t. He wondered if he was dying. Maybe. It didn’t seem so, but still, maybe he was. Maybe he was already dead. That thought occurred to him, too. "