That's the kind
of being that I am:
seeing that I am.
And you...what do you
call your life?
What words do you use?
If I am killed by a gasoline bomb
in the streets of any city, or,
starve to death in any country,
how does that make me
different from you? And if I
achieve great deeds
and have a life acclaimed
how does that make
me different from you?
I die now.
That makes us even.
Tischer 2003
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