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Eulogy for a Humanist

The difference between life and non-life is so slight, isn’t it? Even now, as our friend reclines in this casket, he is barely distinguishable from a week ago when he was merely sleeping. He looks so similar to theĀ irrepressible, playful man we all love that I half-expect him to wink at me during this speech when he thinks nobody is looking.

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