You’re just another part of me. — Michael Jackson
There’s a great story about the meaning of life I will bore you with if you’ve already heard it told. A man dies and goes to heaven, but it’s not quite heaven. It’s not quite anything but resembles an infinite stretch of white emptiness. His feet make no sound on the floor. He cannot see any ceiling or wa…
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