The evidence surrounds us as densely as the deepest forest: we are all mortal. But that’s not how it feels. Not today. Never has.
What’s it all about Alfie? Sorry. . . shouldn’t reference old movie or song titles that give away my age. But it really is a good question.
Last night I had a dream. Innocent, as they all are these days, involving a woman I don’t think I’ve ever met–in this life, at least. Her name was Lois, and, in my dream-life, I knew her well and intimately–for years. On awakening, I tried hard to place her, but could not.
Dreams–they are, and always have been for me–like another reality I go to when I sleep. Is that what dying will be like? Will immortality be like a really vibrant dream? Or will I be mortal after all?
What’s that even mean? How do I imagine nothingness? Even dreamless sleep is defined by awakening.
Like controlling your piss stream in the middle of a fart, it’s apparently humanly impossible. Or is that just a guy thing?
Reality–what a concept.