Imagine a world where creation takes place without death. More and more new things birth, sprout, grow and linger on for eternity.

On a time-space axis, space gets cramped but time gets sparse. There is too less of space and too much of time.

There is never death and always life, more life, more breaths, more time, more more more...

Can you feel the claustrophobia inside this moreness?

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Death sustains life.

Each act of creation, any creation, presupposes death.

How much did you die today?

Or are you still clinging to life and wondering why nothing new is coming out of it?