A long life is but a multiplying of shadows,
a ledger of days that weighs nothing in the hand of time.
To seek a multitude of years
is to chase the morning mist,
forgetting that the sun
eventually claims all vapors.
True enduring substance
is not found in the length of the journey,
but in the gravity of the step.
It is the rare and sacred architecture
of a moment so resonant
that even the silence that follows it
feels like a song.
Better a single, golden hour
that the universe would see fit to mirror,
than an eternity of gray echoes.
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