Knight, Death and the Devil (1513)Death is one of my favourite subjects. If you're alive, it's bound to be of interest, right? What happened to me after an episode of The Street about a guy who is 60 and his life tanks and he attempts suicide is that I was like, f**k, I'll be that old in TEN years..!
And then I thought...WHO GIVES A F**K?, which always does the trick.
I'm lucky in that I am already close enough to death to not be too bugged about it. Death is the same as life, only you're dead. Paradise is subjective: for me it would have to be watching all of the Rocky & Bullwinkle episodes on an eternal loop. What worries me is that God may lack imagination. I know the universe is crammed with uniqueness and wonder but on the other hand Jackie Collins has been a bestselling author. What if death isn't just unpleasant but also dull? I'll level with you: I don't trust God. The big love deficit aside - Hello, Auschwitz!?! - He put the coolest animals so deep underwater that you can barely find them, much less see them. Having said which, I stopped believing in God a few years ago, since which time I feel much closer to Him.
Exactly...life is a dream. As the wise ones have said. And when the dream ends, we die, which I said. It is a dream that is real. Well, it's a real dream, I suppose. What is an unreal dream? Is that what death is? I think death is the same as life, only you're dead. So for me it would all have to be a dream. The idea that one might wake up creates the idea of "enlightenment", which is very seductive. It's really a harmless concept, like God. But when the ego seizes it, it is another story. It's as easy as looking at all the things you can't see. Slaves want freedom, hence all this musing. At least we are free slaves!
The moment you stop believing in God, He respects you, and no mistaking. You've gotta be able to look God in the face and say, "You think you're real, Bub?" And then spit. But, hey, this was supposed to be about death! But, hey, WHO GIVES A F**K?
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