J.r.r. TolkienEnd? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
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Though we may die, we can look forward to a new life. The universe is not static, it is renewing itself. What are the different stages of our universe? We are all moving through different regions of time. Some are still in the womb of the universe, some are about to enter the universe, and some are already in it.
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