Two: rebirth

I went to a Tarot card reader last week.

I got the death card first.

She said I shouldn’t worry, that it doesn’t mean I am going to die, but that I already have.

What now? I asked her.
Everything was (un)done.

Now you are turning sorrow, laughter, and pain into a new type of being. 

Of being? I asked her.
Of living, she replied.

Of existing? I asked her.
Of growing, she replied.