The fight over life and what makes it worth living.

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When I think of the word “life,” I see an array of photos in my mind: cliff jumping, sunsets, grandparents of the wrinkled variety. Everything I visualize is packed full of story, energy, and it’s beautiful. When I dig deeper, there is also this image of an altar. That altar is universal. Life, or the word, has become a sort of God — an unyielding, definable truth. We lay all sorts of things at the…