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You feel so cold. You cannot get warm. You hear the urgent voices of those who are trying to rescue you, by they are distant and distorted. There is no pain.
Then you slowly float up. Looking back down, you see your lifeless body lying below you.
Somehow you return. When you awake, you feel nauseous and weak. It was better being dead.
But you've chosen none of this. You are a ragdoll in the hands of a careless child, a leaf tossed by the wind, a mere molecule of water vapor sucked up into the stratosphere.
You just want to be left alone.
What can you tell anybody anyway? What do you know?
Maybe you come back with a renewed sense of connection to all living things and a new purpose in life. But who is going to listen to you? Who do you think you are, telling others how things are?
