And i think maybe that's my idea, i started all this unsure why death has become such a macabre thing, and why there's this air of cynicism surrounding the concept, and it's because life is all we are. But then the truck hits you, and there's no other universe, your time is over now, you'll be remembered by the universe, because even if God isn't watching, [I am, because this strawman is a construct of my imagined world(s), and so i am your second God, and i'm always watching, i don't blink. But anyway, away from those delusions of granduer...] Life is, and it's put you under so you don't feel all those effects. So it's a grace, a grace not awarded to fictional immortals, and be goddamned thankful, [because i could do a whole lot worse], and just make the most of your everything.
Because in the cosmic scale of things, you're worthless, but here, take a well-earned piss on the cosmic scale of things because they've been telling me that for ages, and i'm sure they have to you too. we only get the highlights, we just blip in and out, and we mean everything to us. So who could possibly give a crap about being meaningless or not being remembered in a billion years, when we're not even here to see us not here and meaningless.
Death is an art, the Genesis of our reality mastered it and put it in all of us, and now we've got to master it in life [bro, i'm telling you, we've just got to take control of our own destiny, and it's dumb, sure, but who cares]. We just need to work out how to do it right, with flair, with our whole beings, after a long, hard, beautiful life time. And now i'm smoking with Alan Turing, and it's the 70's, so i don't even know how he's still alive, and he's telling me his mathematical ideas, and i'm telling him "buddy ol' pal, i got 30% on my test back in yea-well i suppose it doesn't really matter, and anyway..." and he interrupts me and starts talking about how death is the equal sign that makes the equations of our life equal anything, and then he's screeching at me. And i'm tweaking out, you know, and then i'm waking up, right, get this, mum's calling me, she's yelling out "honey, wake up, you'll be late for school" and whoo boy, don't know which asshole i pulled that one from. Alan turing and equal signs, what bullcrap. But death's our art form, and i guess i just don't mind. As long as i get to do everything i want, well i don't really know what i want, but there's time to figure it out,
Step 1: Figure it out
Step 2: do it, and i'm great at that second bit.
Just the other day i ate a fantale with the wrapper still on, been dreamin' that one up a year or so [What do you mean that's a crap dream? Hey! This is my time now, you dumbass piece of crap, so shut up and listen to my fantale stories. Anyway, before i was so rudely interrupted by another strawman...], so just gotta find some more. And then we do them. And then
[- sorry, got another "you ever think", what if we just go to sleep after we die, like it's just an elaborate sleepy time, and then we're dreaming for eternity, but time moves different in dreamtime, so we pretty easily wouldn't notice it. Mm, i'm not sure about that theory...Not quite "nothing" enough to weather the pervasity of Eternity in my approximation of it-]
outside death, there are all these other things, like God, and which god you have, like it's a character select menu, but somehow they're all like these big guys above us, what if i want a blob, eh guess i just gotta wait a couple centuries to meet aliens and i'm sure they worship a blob, and you pick your God, and there are these guys, and i don't want this to turn into the 1 trillionth rant on organized religion, but there are these guys, they say "god wants you to do this, follow these rules" and then you follow them to the ends of the earth, and if that's what you want....God as my witness, judge, jury, and executioner, i ain't stopping you, but i guess i've just got some concerns.
How do i know God actually wants me to do this stuff, seems to me i'm just worshipping you guys, and not big daddy-o up in the sky. And that's my obligatory couple sentences on religion, thank you ladies and gentlemen, that's my time, well not quite.
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Non-Fiction"Remember you have to die. You have to, or Life will all be for naught." One night a while ago i sat thinking about Death, in the least morbid way possible. This was the collection of thoughts and ramblings i had on the topic, wrapped in a "relative...
