I keep scanning my emotions to check if your post is bringing any consolation to my immense existential dread and fear of my own mortality, but so far, nothing. The irony being that perhaps it will if I give it more time.
What if when you die, you just experience an infinite chain of your life flashing before your eyes? What if you’ve originally died an inconceivably long time ago and you’re just experiencing another cycle of your life?
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Destruction and decay are just party masks for change
What if when you die, you just experience an infinite chain of your life flashing before your eyes? What if you’ve originally died an inconceivably long time ago and you’re just experiencing another cycle of your life?