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Many Seconds Into the Future—A Story
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Almost every day now, Daniel Hirsch looks up from his desk in the Boston office where he practices law or stands on clear fall days on the back deck of his house in Newton, a cup of coffee in his hand, and sends his spirit 200 years into the future. Two-hundred years, lifting above himself, seeing himself tiny down below—from that vantage point, he’s on a cliff of time looking down into a valley in which, to those below, everything seems to matter intensely, while from this cliff all that turmoil in the heart is simply . . . interesting, part of a dance, a little sad, a little funny. From this cliff it’s not such an important concern whether he lives until he’s eighty—or only till sixty, as will in fact be the case, for this, his 60th year, is almost sure to be the year of his death.
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