All of his strength and blood and breath were entering the earth now. His brain and spirit became part of the earth. He rose. He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.

You are one in seven billion—your progress is not meant for you alone.

Their eyes meet and her heart starts flopping around weakly, like a bunny in a Ziploc bag. He grins and waves.

Was it love, she wondered, or a mere fortuitous combination of happy thoughts and sensations?

Written By Edith Wharton

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