Testimony

The possibility is always there. The fact is a product of life, not of
chance. The notion of turning to nothing is something we don't let
ourselves contemplate. But what if I do, from this vulnerable moment,
let myself contemplate such a notion. What if tomorrow these words were
now only proof that I once existed? What if I give myself the chance to
set aside insecurity for a second and do that last act of rebellion
against the mortality of my flesh. So I set aside fright and stand firm
and think, and in the thoughts I write lives the testimony that all this
meat and bones once came together, creating body, mind, and transcending
both.

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[L]

....? I do not know what this means. I have been reading it over and over again for two hours now. and i don't know what it means. the overwhelming number of thoughts fill my head, slowing my mind as it struggles from lack of capacity. Accessing all references that might help understand, it returns again and again to A friend named Jason.

Call me Gustavo.

[Gustavo]

I'm sorry baby, I didn't realize the implication that it carried. I'll write about this soon enough, but I'll call and explain to you right now.

[L]

...Thank you G, I love you.