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(1.7MB, 1060x1350) >>4462 (OP)
Why wish death on others when death comes for us all? Why sharpen hatred against the dying? Hatred itself becomes absurd beneath the scales of time. The people we envy, fear, adore, or despise are all eventually leveled into memory, myth, dust, or story, just like us.
Better to raise a toast to the undying things: stories, symbols, fools, gods, and laughter. I prefer to celebrate those who will outlive me:
Sppongebob Squarepants, the Buddha, Edmund Dantes, Spawn, Sonic the hedgehog, Alexander the Great, Don Quixote, Santa Claus, the Purple Sage, Krishna.