The question of "When does life begin?" is misguided.
Life will go on with or with out me. Nothing I can do about that, nor do I want to - assuming I could become a little god.
Life's a river; and, like the Mississippi, it looks calm, runs deep, and I can't ignore it.
I didn't chose to be thrown into this river and I don't really chose when to sink to the bottom.
The question should be: Which way do I swim?
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