My son once asked me, “What happens when we die?” I said, “Nobody really knows. Some people think that the spirit”—and he stopped me. “What’s a spirit?” “Well, it’s a part of you that doesn’t change and people think that some part of it lives on.” He said, “Here’s what I think. I think we go into the ocean, we wash up on a desert island, and Georgia O’Keeffe finds our bones and then she paints them.” And I said, “I’m going with your version.”
-Mary Louise Parker
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