ON THE NIGHT BEFORE LOSTMAS
"Regard the fleeting world like this: like stars fading and vanishing at dawn, like bubbles on a fast moving stream, like morning dewdrops evaporating on blades of grass, like a candle flickering in a strong wind; echoes, mirages, and phantoms, hallucinations, and like a dream. "- The Eight Similes of Illusion
We all have no idea what's about to happen in the next four months, where this story that has taken us so far is going to take us next. But as all prepare to board the flightdeck, I'd just like to say to everyone : Whatever LOST means to you, or whatever it has come to mean to you, or whatever you hope it ends up meaning in the end ...
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