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in memory of my father
Thus we are men,
and we know not how;
there is something in us
that can be without us,
and will be after us, though
it is strange that it hath
no history, what
it was before us,
nor cannot tell
how it entred in us.
Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici, 1, 36
