I'd like to begin with an old fashioned signature
" be good to us, and we'll be good to you"
See, in this case we have a few things to explain
One being reality. What is it?
Can we draw a line between what is and isn't, or are we better off inert?
Inert as in, a stationed mental awareness,
rather than a fixed location of matter.
Remember that we can play with both the idea of control, and fate.
A God. Many Gods. No Gods. It doesn't make a difference.
You claim to know a God, and they claim they know many.
Where is your argument?
You're as wrong as you are right, which brings me to another thought,
If we are continuously both living and dying in This state
then what about when we move on to the next?
Assuming of course there is some sort of life after death
Though, there is no certainty
In fact, how can one be certain death IS an inevitability?
Sure, it happens to those around us,
and we are thoroughly informed that Everyone dies
But, if you haven't experienced death, how do you know it's real?
I'm not trying to flirt around with certainty
I'm aware that I exist and that's all I can really Know
but that is a lonely road, and it literally gets you nowhere.
What I am trying to say though is that matter, or "the physical realm"
it would be nothing without the mind.
Just like the mind would be nothing without matter would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without matter would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without matter would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without the mind would be nothing without the mind...
You see? One cannot exist without the other.
If we can die, then the physical realm Must die with us.
Death should not frighten you or even make you sad.
What should scare you is that time is constantly moving
Everything around you is going to crumble,
and life will slip through your fingers. Everyone you know will get older.
Your parents. Your kids. Your pets.
They're all coming to an end, and so are you,
and by the time you get there you'll be so sick and tired,
you'll convince yourself you are ready.
One last prayer to God. One last goodbye to family, lovers, friends,
and life.
Last days turn into a couple seconds
a line segment representing your life coming to a point
Lights dim to black. The only sound is low vibration
A Panic takes over every cell
Floating through nothing while understanding that
everything that ever was, is, and will be, is now coming to an ultimate end
your reality is a black sphere in black space
balancing on a long thin breaking stick
Desperation
All memory and understanding now ending, you fight
laying on your back, feet and hands trying to hold up existence until
Mother- "what made you so upset?"
Son- "I was thinking about time"
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