looking at the ceiling while wondering about life and death …
What have you been wondering?
I think life is pretty awesome in theory, but in practice it is mostly saturated with all kinds of horrible fuckery and bullshit - yet punctuated by truly remarkable moments of love, comfort, connection, satisfaction, and joy.
As far as death is concerned - from what I can tell it’s pretty absolute, with only some questionable promises of either “a better place” or some kind of reincarnation. I’m in no specific hurry to empirically expand my current understanding… but I certainly don’t fear it. It is, after all, inevitable.