I think about death on a daily basis. During the day, when I think about it, it is hard to wrap my brain around the fact that one day, quite like the one I am it, it really come for me and those around me. At night, it is a different story. I frequently wake up in the middle of the night with the most clear sensation and awareness of what being alive really means and somehow in this lucid moment I can grasp, that this life, all that we know, will come to an end. The fear and sadness that used to accompany this moment in the beginning has faded, and now it is like a strong cup of coffee in the morning - it wakes me up inside to what is real. It isn't anything in the material world, including our personalities and possessions. It is the invisible space, the voice that only I can hear, my only true companion in this life that knows the truth.
On Oct 12, 2006 moggs wrote :