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bare survival of my soul
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doesn't give me what I want.
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It's no more comforting or satisfying
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than if you said,
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"You know this knucklebone?
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After you die, we're going to do knucklebone surgery
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and implant that knucklebone in somebody else's body.
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And that knucklebone is going to survive."
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And I say, "Oh, that's very interesting that
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that knucklebone will be
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around 100 or 1,000 years from now.
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But who cares?"