What would you do if you had three days to live?
Would it make a difference to anyone around you?
Would they know you were gone?
Would they know you were around in the first place?
Would they know you were there?
I don't know if it would make a difference to the lives of those around you.
If they didn't notice where you were when you were around, why would they pretend to notice after you've gone and can't come back?
I don't know. I think meditating on death gives whatever days of life leftover a brighter resonance.
Maybe life and death mean nothing if no one notices. But even if there's no one around, I have my books and music. Whatever plain of existence I end up on up, or if I just turn into worm food and fertilizer, at least my departure would bring some oxygen into the world when I breathe no more.
It would be nice if someone could push a button on their iPhones and hear your voice. If someone knew you were here, maybe you wouldn't have to go. It's not that hard to stay alive, But sometimes, people think you being in their iPhone book is a waste of their time. I'll save your batteries and turn into one. I'll turn into petroleum in a million years and be used in some vehicle of the future for some yet unborn kid to get to school, whoever that kid is, it won't be mine. I've gone the way of the dinosaurs. It's a countdown to extinction. What did the Brontosaurus think when it saw the meteor fly across the sky? Nothing.
Would it make a difference to anyone around you?
Would they know you were gone?
Would they know you were around in the first place?
Would they know you were there?
I don't know if it would make a difference to the lives of those around you.
If they didn't notice where you were when you were around, why would they pretend to notice after you've gone and can't come back?
I don't know. I think meditating on death gives whatever days of life leftover a brighter resonance.
Maybe life and death mean nothing if no one notices. But even if there's no one around, I have my books and music. Whatever plain of existence I end up on up, or if I just turn into worm food and fertilizer, at least my departure would bring some oxygen into the world when I breathe no more.
It would be nice if someone could push a button on their iPhones and hear your voice. If someone knew you were here, maybe you wouldn't have to go. It's not that hard to stay alive, But sometimes, people think you being in their iPhone book is a waste of their time. I'll save your batteries and turn into one. I'll turn into petroleum in a million years and be used in some vehicle of the future for some yet unborn kid to get to school, whoever that kid is, it won't be mine. I've gone the way of the dinosaurs. It's a countdown to extinction. What did the Brontosaurus think when it saw the meteor fly across the sky? Nothing.
