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STOIC POETRY | The past is in the possession of death
Death possesses us piecemeal. We are taken slowly, day by day, hour by hour, and across every minute of our life. We start dying the...

Kurt Bell
Sep 9, 20213 min read


STOIC POETRY | When yesterdays are nevermore
There is this folly, Eric, by which we wait to live until death has nearly arrived. The habit begins young, when mortality seems a...

Kurt Bell
Sep 7, 20212 min read
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