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Ben Lifson

WE ARE TALKING WITH BEN LIFSON.

BL: I was sitting with a student on the railroad tracks—

IS: On the railroad tracks? Isn’t that a little dangerous?

BL: On the railroad tracks, because on the platform, with the canopy, it was overshadowed, and it was a coldish day, so sitting on the tracks we were in the sunshine. And we talked about somebody close to me who has been very ill, and the student said, Well, how old is he? I said, 76 years old. She said, Oh, well, it’s time for him to go anyway. I said, You’re only 21, you don’t know anything. I picked up a stone, just an ordinary stone, and I said, This thing gets more mysterious as you get older. And the pleasure of being able to sit here in the sunshine and look at it, and know the difference between its existence and your existence and the length of its existence and the nature of its existence and the nature of yours—it gets more and more

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