May Your Final Breath Be Above Water

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Actions gather over time like sediment. At the end of your life, all of your actions will catch up to you as though you were a freight train that came to an immediate and abrupt stop.

Good actions are like air molecules. Such as when you have cause to throw a fist, but choose to softly breath a word, instead. Even if you threw your fist, or moer, yet you've made amends and healed the damage, your actions will do little to no damage to you as they catch up to you, as though you had broken that dustructive rock into dust.

Bad actions are like solid molecules. Rock, glass, even molten lava, will all catch up to you, in the end. This includes the damage you've caused that has been left un-repaired, or actions where the damage is impossible to repair. The sinister shadow of sediment will catch up to you in exact measure of the wrong you've done. And, if it comes all at once, even a mist can feel like a salty wave from the ocean during a hurricane.

Being good is doing good. Being bad is doing bad. Being neutral is doing nothing, which usually succumbs to the gravity of ill-will, or allows the bad to move the neutral like a rag doll making the neutral do bad and take on as much sediment as their puppet-master.

You can't escape it. The matter is ever present in your life, just behind every beat of your heart which might be its last.

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