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Thursday, October 28, 2004
Waiting for the end...


I've been thinking about death a lot recently.  No particular reason - just a random theme that stuck.

One day you'll be dead... so will I... and so will everyone you and I both know.

Our memory may live on in the people who knew us - the good and the bad.  People we never met may some day gaze upon our works and wonder who we were.  Our childrens, childrens, children will still carry a diluted set of our genes and perhaps know our names and a few statistics of our lives.  A record will be kept somewhere of our death and the circumstances involved.

But eventually down the great tunnel of times-past we will dissapear.  Our genes dispursed in the generational winds, all memory and records expunged under the weight of swollen history sense.

We will be nothing then - we will be finally, truly, utterly dead.  Nameless and forgotten.

Then will we finally be free?

This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 12:45 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous

Akira3099
November 8, 2004   01:24 PM PST
 
Life and Death are just words... they confine us to a lifestyle I'd particularly like to get away from. Life IS selfishness in every aspect, every action only to complete an unbalance of energy, an anomoly... animal... anomoly, huhu
guile
November 4, 2004   03:06 PM PST
 
i keep thinking about death, too, and it really scares me.. but on the other hand i say "what the heck, i won't really know anyway".. which is totally scary in a different kind of way..
Adenol
October 31, 2004   06:17 AM PST
 
Death, a ticket of freedom from this realm of suffering.

Sorta a blessing actually.

To escape from all artificiality of this world.
Sinister Ninja
October 30, 2004   11:55 AM PDT
 
What a coincidence... you've been thinking about death, I've been thinking about killing... We should start a business.
Milehighdiva
October 29, 2004   12:52 PM PDT
 
Very intriguing post...just found you on blogdrive. I think we just head off into the vast infinity...perhaps always able to see what's going on in this timeframe?
Brian (Shadowfoot)
October 28, 2004   11:49 PM PDT
 
Inspirational

http://shadowfoot.com/footprints/2004/10/28/immortality_or_waiting_for_the_en
Glor
October 28, 2004   04:32 PM PDT
 
you can end up feeding your grand grand children, we never really die, our brain just stops whining, our heart pumping, our skin aching... and all around joke.


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