whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death?

there must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it occured to you that you don’t go on forever. it must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory, and yet i can’t remember it. it never occured to me at all.

we must be born with the intuition of immortality. before we know the word for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling… with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there’s only one direction and time is its only measure.

{i don’t have the source}

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