• Nietzsche: eternal recurrence
• Ecclesiastes
• Many indigenous myths and traditions
• Waiting for Godot

I feel it deeper than my bones. I feel it murmuring in the atoms and the molecules currently trapped in this ephemeral body, these atoms forged in the depths of the stars and the explosions of the supernovae, these atoms that have orbited this same small, yellow star for billions of years, these atoms that have been cyanobacteria and dinosaurs and Murasaki and every body in between. Atoms that have seen empires rise and fall, and watched the ever-encroaching enclosure of this planet as we crowd ourselves to our final asphyxiation.