In the sense that we all die, where perishing is at the height of continuity, we tremble at the loss of others. With ease, some move to the next phase, however symbolic or biological you wish the next phase to be. The terrible horrors of war, famine, illness, and complex troubles of this life shed with merely expiring.
Seeking answers to this which some alude to as a riddle, is as cumbersome as all tasks requiring review, for where to err is symbolic of our existence any answer today will morph with its scrutiny.
Dare we venture into the solace that is living a life of discovery. To find something that is before you, claim it as a discovery although it is visible and apparent, is as enigmatic as the questions that follow.
Thus living, a fallacy of a literary flaw in description, must mean that -where living is concerned- only the now denotes the true conspiracy in the flaw; for it is always now, and never then.
Alas, good bye and journey fairly Stephen Hawkins. The legacy you have helped us discover, understand, and question will perpetually aid human reason in the betterment of the species. The celestial bodies will for ever echo: perseverance is within, harness it.
Thank you for enriching our knowledge.
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