The Irony – being on your deathbed, and still collecting bits of advice on how to live.
Death as a transition, to a new Universe, through a black hole? How to bring something with us, through that transition, so we remember our previous existence?
There’s no death, just larger structures disintegrating into smaller ones. Indefinitely.
The finality of death doesn’t make sense.
We’re all on death row, just don’t realize that yet.
There’s something inherently unfair about death, and with our cognizance about its inevitability.
No matter how carefully we plan, there will always be some unfinished business left behind.
Everyone, eventually, gets defeated by life.
We’re living our lives as if death is going to be our big reward.