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Once there was a doctor who offered hysterectomiesto every single womanwho he happened to meetWhen he met my motherit was before she had mehe asked if she wouldundergo a procedure for freeThat would free her from her biological necessitieshe said "there's too many peoplei think you will agree."And one fewer wombmeans at least one less mouth to feedand its not like your childrenwould likely to beSpecial or intresting or going to change thingsits an afternoon in painverses a lifetime of easeAnd that's howLetras de cancionesmy mom found outthat lifeis not abouthaving kidsand she could dowhatever she wantedFree from the strictures of her reproductive urgemy mother went to school and she began to learnEverything she could taking each subject in its turnher acumen was only matchedby her intellectual thirstBut like anyone who thinks about itshe began to question the wordsof life and she's livedmost everywhere on earthIt occurred to hershe could concoct an immolating curvebut curve it the loosestusage of that wordImmolating in this instance that's the important verbits an afternoon in flamesverses a lifetime of worseAnd that's howmy mom found outthat lifeis not aboutlivingbut enduringits conclusionIts a terrifying momentmixed with special clarityespecially when its mixed with homemade chemistryBut my mother saw itas her own responsibilityto save everyoneas that doctor had once saved meFrom experiencing the universe'sgrotesque geometrythe dependence of that experienceon the last catastropheOr inability to see ourselvesas points in historyunimportant as an aggregatemeaning less individuallyAlways caught in a mobor a transient seathis is the sea that became a stonethat became a personAnd that's howmy mom found outthat lifeis not aboutanythingbut escapingfrom its pocketsAnd that's whyyou shouldn't mindanytimesomeone diesor is aborted or in some wayspared this lesson From Letras Mania