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It all matters

08 May 2001

Lately I’ve noticed quite a few songs, books, teachers, whatever that make the point “nothing really matters.” And it gets to me. Folks, it all matters dearly. This world is full of stuff, every day, that really, really matters. Every person you meet, for instance. That a life could even possibly be meaningless is one of the worst lies anyone could fall for. You’re an immortal, and so is every person you talk to or whose eyes you avoid. Life and death and hope and desperation are at every turn. Every word you utter is filled with promise or peril, and every moment hangs in the balance. Don’t be fooled, and don’t forget. It all matters.