One woman talks about her life in past tense, as if she were one of the recently dead.
Woman: When it was over, all I could think about... was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions. It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery. And I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me, and every moment was magical. I loved all the people dealing with all the contradictory impulses. That's what I loved the most— connecting with the people. Looking back, that's all that really mattered.