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4. Ted felt a strange kinship

Ted felt a strange kinship with these books now, as though they were mirrors reflecting the questions he had been too afraid to ask. Life, like Gramps, seemed to rise and fall in an endless cycle. Death was not a final stop but a passage—a shift in energy, in perception, in what was and what could be. But how much of that was reality, and how much was just the mind's desperate attempt to make sense of what could never truly be understood? How often had Ted witnessed people—Gramps included—struggling with the pride of life, fighting against the inevitable only to fall, yet rise again, clinging to hope and habit?

There, beneath the twinkling stars, Ted had no answers, only the echo of Gramps’ breathing and the pull of time. The cycle continued, but it wasn’t just about what happens to the body. It was about what happens to the spirit. The mind—proud, fallible, and resilient—never truly dies, does it? It’s constantly running, constantly searching for answers, rising and falling, but never truly ending.

Ted smiled faintly as the wind caressed his face. You live after death. Maybe it was all just a matter of perspective.


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