it's interesting i get to stop by and glimpse into these peoples lives am i just warming myself by the fire? a still in time drops in the water ------------------------
Chapter 4 Okay, you're probably wondering what my plan was to unravel the truth of what lies beyond Death. To be honest with you, I had no idea. Work carried on as usual, but the thought never left me. First, I had to discover what exactly Death is. In short, it is an extension of Life. They are one in the same, the sun to the moon, different sides of the same coin. Would that mean I need to destroy Life too? From what I remember feeling as a mortal, and the millions of souls I've taken to the other side, Life is painful. It hurts. Disease, famine, war, filing taxes, all of these things are inextricable parts in the machinations of Life. At the same time, Life is incredibly beautiful, and that is why we cling to it. Sunrises and sunsets, the birth of a child, putting your face into a cat's fur, all of these things bring joy to Life and a general apprehension to Death. That is where the concept of the Afterlife comes in. Eliminate all of the seemingly tragic and dark aspe...
how amazing it is, that i get to experience life at a moment to moment basis. one moment, i'm playing with a cat, next moment, i'm writing in my bed it’s when my consciousness is open i experience enlightenment those moments i exist only then and not in the future or nostalgic for the past at least, not yet i am working towards an experience of the present but, i only experience glimpses of the present perhaps that is our God? being at one with the moment interchanged with the universe is all the universe a moment? a flicker into the night a guiding candle to the moths what of the darkness? does it get lonely too? surely the noxious gases deep in the heart of space sense our longing to experience them? the lonesomeness is shared throughout the cosmos our God is loneliness we were separated from God our consciousness split from the eternal fabric of nothingness and projected unto itself a show of its own existence watching deliberately , carefully, processing our every...