May you rest in negative and positive peace.
Schlagwort: Tod
Avalanche.
Life is not fair, and death isn't either.
Entflogen mit einem Bach Präludium.
Sterkte!
Weg.
Mach's gut, große Eule!
Not only in the morning.
But that’s not me. By definition, you can’t experience your own death. Death is the end of consciousness. And consciousness persists. In the language of physics, consciousness is conserved.
I am the one who wakes up in the morning.
Always.
Every morning.
I don’t die.
I just become increasingly unlikely.