All our lives are a sentence: One statement to the world—A solitary reminder that we were here. We are given one chance to write it; one parchment, one quill. We have all the time in the world—enough time to make our words count. But still, when it comes down to it, we are not given not all that much. We are given the vocabulary, the knowledge, the opportunity to learn what eloquence is, and put it forth in blazing words on our eternal tablet. We are sat next to the Great Author, the Inventor of Language, the Keeper of All Knowledge, and given unhindered answers to all of our questions if we only ask. We are handed the choice to produce as many copies of our work as we desire, but not the chance to recant and burn it once it is written.
All our lives are a sentence.
What will you say?
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