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We don't die the way we used to.

Childbirth used to be a death warrant.

A pox was the worst curse you could utter.

Times were, a bullet wound meant something

to our mortality.

Not so much now.

We are hardier folk

tougher stock.

We live through the worst the world has to offer

and we come up shining.

It's almost as if God

has no domain over us

anymore.

We are too mighty

or wise or advanced

or something

for the world's ills to damage us.

We have conquered ninety nine percent of all threats.

Well, nine out of ten, at least.

We are invincible

today.

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