remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return
Ash Wednesday, a day for Catholics and Heideggerians alike; that friendly liturgical reminder that we are going to die. Or to be more precise:
You are going to die.
Not in that "everyone dies someday," or "it could happen tomorrow at 2:13 in a freakish accidental sort way," or "I want to be cremated and the organist better play The Old Rugged Cross." Not some far-off, common, futural event, but your ownmost possibility.
You are dust.
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