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《 死者之書 Book of the Dead  》是一種古埃及墓葬文書，此種文書通常寫在莎草紙上，使用時期從新王國時期開始至約前50年。 《死者之書》的埃及語原文名拉丁化為rw nw prt m hrw，譯作白晝現身的咒語、日間顯現的咒語。這段文字含有可以協助死者透過死亡之地杜阿特前往來世的咒語。

-Mark Twain

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75 years old…

~John Lennon, “Imagine”

Some bridges glow before they fall, lit softly in the quiet call of endings we once feared to face, now burning slow with steady grace. There is a calm in no return, a silent shift when lessons burn. When ash replaces doubt and plea, and chains dissolve in certainty. You stand where once you begged to stay, but something in you walked away. Not out of anger, not from pride — but from the truth you could not hide. Some paths must close to clear your sight. Some doors must lock to end the fight. Some fires are not rage or pain — they’re cleansing loss, they’re needed rain. Because when you decide you're done, a different kind of strength is won. No more rehearsing old debates, no more waiting at locked gates. You changed. And that’s the quiet flame. Not loud. Not wild. Not seeking blame. Just firm. Just clear. Just deeply known — a version of you fully grown. The end of everything you were can feel like loss — but it’s a blur. For endings are not empty space, they are beginnings changing place. That bridge behind you had its role. It shaped your mind. It formed your soul. But not all roads are meant to last — some only guide you through your past. And once they burn, you finally see how light it feels to just be free. No turning back. No second guess. No carrying old heaviness. Just forward steps on steady ground, with peace that makes no desperate sound. Because sometimes the bravest thing is not to hold — but to release the string. And in the smoke of what once was, you’ll find the start of who you are.🖤

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist