Maybe at the end of my conscious existence, my body would be useful as nutrients.
After accepting that softness could be innovative, and that strength can be supple, I sought guidance from new developments in the world of soft robots.
It no longer seemed as important to control the sequence of steps inside a round-bottomed flask as it was to look at my life and build a future worth living.
I am not half of anything. I am only me, a single whole with multiple truths.
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