Ironic how sometimes the only way we humans get the chance for a really close, naked eye, inspection of the beauty of a creature is through its death.
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And by the same token, how death sometimes offers the distance needed from something to finally be able to understand, or even appreciate it.
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On the subject of death, I've always found peace in a particular quote, by who and the exact words I don't recall, but it's something like...
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"Death is perfectly safe. It's just like slipping off a tight shoe."
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