Everyone must leave something behind when he dies… something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do… so long as you change something that’s like you after you take your hands away.
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via godfatherofsol)
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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies… something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do… so long as you change something that’s like you after you take your hands away.
– Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via godfatherofsol)
(via soulmess)
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