We see them in the distance after they have passed. They stand still and solemn. The peace filled time our memory tells us was the day. The pinnacles of life. We don't know the precariousness of the moment. There was so much more above. From here we could see forever, and forever was a dream. The limitless sky was what we saw. We never imagined a tremendous fall. At the bottom would be the wreckage of the energy of life. Shattered in a mathematical equation. At the speed of life squared, the ending comes quick.
From a distance the pinnacle reminds us that life is only a moment. We stood here once. The other side of the peak was not visible that day. We only see the precipice from here, and wonder how we, or even if we, survived the fall. And where do we go from here? To another pinnacle?
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