"More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass."

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In the Ramtops village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away - until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.

— Terry Pratchett