When I die, I’d prefer to slip away unnoticed. Ideally, let there be no record of the dates of my birth and death, only a floruit.
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When I die, I’d prefer to slip away unnoticed. Ideally, let there be no record of the dates of my birth and death, only a floruit.
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Why do you want to slip away unnoticed? (Hell, why do you want to die at all?)
A discreet departure feels more like my style than a noisy one.
(I acknowledge that nothing lasts forever. Even if my continuity of memory can be infinitely extended, the fuzzy truth value of the statement “the person who remembers being this version of me is this version of me” will always decline.)