True confusion: when a person dies he seems for a moment more alive than ever before. Life flares up around him. The entire chronology of his life becomes encased in crystal.
The last thing he might have been doing, he might as well do this for eternity. Every instance of his life suddenly resembles a kind of "final moment." Each memory breaks apart from the interweb of the others, calcifies and is ascribed with a sense of weight and worth. Those moments, which once were free for us to manipulate, have become finished moments.
In death he lives his life over and again in a tandem sequence of moments, time out of mind.
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