KATYA, 33

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 
I have spread my dreams under your feet; 
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

 Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness.
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Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts. And we’ve done fine tonight. Even Death can’t spoil it.

RAY BRADBURY, DIED 6 JUNE 2012

You will always be remembered as one of the pioneers of science fiction, and as the author of some of the first scifi I ever read.

Thank you and Rest In Peace.

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