From the New Yorker:
"One day, he was walking by Lake Michigan, thinking about, in his words, 'Buckminster Fuller—life or death,' when he found himself suspended several feet above the ground, surrounded by sparkling light. Time seemed to stand still, and a voice spoke to him. 'You do not have the right to eliminate yourself,' it said. 'You do not belong to you. You belong to Universe.'"
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very beautiful and comforting words for many of us who wonder what we are here for
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