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Our current state of being — or lack thereof — has left my brother… unfulfilled. The biological urge to leave one’s mark is strong. And it is not an impossibility. We could instantiate ourselves back in Columbia. Return to an old life, for the possibility of creating new. But… we died in that world. Returning would mean giving up part of us. Ourselves. We’d become flesh and all that it is heir to. The mysteries of the universe would become, once again, mysteries.
-Rosalind Lutece ““The Lazarus Project()
