Deathless for now
Torches are lit as I pass down the hallway.
Ten torches,five on either side,burning eternally for those we’ve lost…… Death find us all.
The light fades and the darkness replaces the fire with bonechilling contempt.
What happens after death? Well,physically you poop yourself,most of the time. No matter how you go,if it’s peacefully in your sleep,heartattack in a boardroom or a threeway with your dream dates,it’s gonna end shitty.
That’s the worst part about it to me. I personally want to expire in a special way. Maybe getting shot in the face by a space laser,skydiving into the mouth of a shark,fighting a polar bear for territory. You know,guy shit.
“Did you hear what happened to Charlie?” “He got assassinated by a cartoonish super villain using a helicopter and a honey badger” “Pretty baller way to go out”
What if a pretty lady finds me? Somehow my carcass has a couple respectable wounds,but still lands in a cool pose. I’m dressed well and my sunglasses mostly cover up some sort of gross head wound. Then she approaches to notice the sight and smell. I’ll never live that down.(Get it?)
There’s a famous picture online,it’s called a beautiful suicide. In 1947 Evelyn McHale jumped from the observation deck of the Empire State building. She landed on the roof of a car and crushed it all the way down into the seats. Her appearence was absolutely angelic though. She looked elegant,holding her necklace with one hand,the other hand lay casually by her right ear. Evelyn was dressed very well and even had her legs crossed,cool as can be. If it wasn’t for the condition of the vehicle,you’d think she was just taking a nap after jumping from the 86th floor. The picture is breathtaking.
I don’t think I’m afraid to die,I’m genuinely curious what’s next,if anything. We’ll see how scared I am when the time comes,but duecing on myself?……that part really bothers me. It’s terribly humbling.
Ghosts probably aren’t real,but you spirit or soul,your energy perhaps,they are all quite real. There is no evidence that your concience doesn’t endure.
If your body is simply a vehicle for the real you inside,the one that yells at you when you’re stupid,then what happens to the driver when the vehicle breaks down?
Science tells us that our brain and our perception rule the way we understand the world. If your brain tells you that you see the color yellow,then you’re seeing it. The color is also a lie though,science tells us that as well.(We appreciate you Science)
Ever heard of phantom limb syndrome? It’s when a person feels pain or possibly an itch on a limb that is no longer there. The brain is completely resonsible for that. Everything that you see and smell and feel is relayed to,then percieved by,your brain. EVERYTHING
So how can I say,unequivocally,that I’m not a brain in a jar? I’m almost certain I’m not a brain in a jar,maybe it’s more of a bowl type situation. What if your brain is just a conduit for your conciousness,an antenna of sorts? When the radio shuts off,the signals are still everywhere.
Perhaps all the answers to lifes many mysteries are available,you just have to die to find out. More humility at the end.
I personally don’t feel death is the end,more of a reset button. Game over,go back to the begining,start again.
Ever know something that you had no business or reason to know? You can’t explain it,but you feel it in your gut,your soul. To your very core,your certain of this one thing. Call it intuition,maybe Deja Vu.
What if the reason you are so sure is because……..(pause for effect)you’ve done it all before? Many times perhaps. I’m not a scientist nor an expert,I can’t prove any of this. Not convinced it can be disproven either.
Then you consider that everything we know of is built by atoms,add quantom superposition to that,now who can really predict they have the answers? Not me,not science,but one man seems to have it all figured out.
I’ll leave you with one of his many quotes:
“We’re all just stardust baby”-Keanu Reeves