A friend of mine said this recently. I could try and explain it or just leave it as it is. Most things don’t survive dissection. I’ll leave it as it is.
I'm about half-way through by normal medical estimates, the point that Jung called 'the noon of life', but I reckon he didn't factor in advances in medical science and that I'm going to be living for, like, forever and maybe have my brain transplanted into a giant robot that can change into a Citroen and crush cities so screw you, Jung, introvert this.
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