• I have been thinking of death a lot. It captivates me for some reason. I am fearful of it. It's that fear that riddles my mind with questions. What will death be like? Will we feel ourselves fade out of this world? How will we feel when we are fading? What happens once we die? Will we float up to the clouds and stand in front of pearly gates? Will we take a new body, remembering nothing from the past life. Will there be nothing? No god, no afterlife, no reincarnation...just nothing? How can that be? There must be something..there must. Death seems to be so untimely, so unconventional. Not that it is meant to be conventional or timely.. How can there be a body with no person inside? It all seems so surreal to me. People with so much potential, so much to look forward to die so easily. Life and death is a matter of seconds. We are ticking bombs, waiting to detonate at any moment. I could die tomorrow, so could you. Everything you know, everything you love, hate, cherish..all of it gone in a split second. Time seems to me to be the most precious thing we have. Yet, time is really nonexistent. You can not touch it, nor feel it, nor see it, nor hear time. It's in your mind really. If you asked someone if they'd like to be immortal, most would say no. They wouldn't want to live forever, all their loved ones would die, and they remain. Which is true, but what if we knew there was nothing after life..just emptiness..do you think that would change people's opinions? If the bible and all that is right, I will burn in hell. Which I am for the most part okay with... If Muslims are right I might be an animal..most likely I would be. I haven't been the best person, and I have much time (or seemingly) to mess up. I'm okay with that as well. I'm okay with most the afterlives shown to us by religions. I am not okay with empty..with nothing. I want to remember. If I am to live in an isolated world, never to see the face of another living being again, so be it. As long as I can remember. I've probably said this all before. Death is on my mind a lot lately. Someone told me to think of lighter things. Don't think of death or creation, but think of things like history or literature. Everything reminds me of death though. Flowers...wilt and die. History..I think of wars..wars WWII..the holocaust, mass slaying...death. Literature, I think of Hemingway, who killed himself. I don't know I'm just rambling.. Quote of the Day: "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." -Friar Laurence Romeo & Juliet I realize that kind of goes against my rules..since no actual person said it (except actors and Shakespeare) However, I find this line very interesting...because of the meaning, and because powder..as in gun powder was not around in Romeo's time..Shakespeare messed up on that.

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