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We can’t blossom anymore because we deny the existence of rot and decay. We are baffled by the lack of bliss and happiness as we have excluded and outsourced experiencing anything unpleasant. We aren’t afraid of Death – we aren’t anything in relation to Death – it is simply taken out of the equation – so living doesn’t feel that special. What we are actually doing to each other and the life around us is beyond language; too much to take in. We congeal. But, what freezes can also thaw.