at the end of the day, your dead, you'd better have passed on your knowledge to your next generation or you lived a pointless life.
You don't come back, you rot, the worms eat you, the bacteria collapses your skin, the mosquito's make nests in your eyeballs, and the maggets treat you like a safeways.
When you die, there's probably a quick pain and then there's nothing, the electrical activity in your brain stops, you don't fall forever, or walk into the light, or rise above your body. Its like a lightswitch, your dead.
Your last words might be "I only have one life to give to my country" or "", or "jesu" . . . or "holy t@@@yf###ing christ", but who cares because there's a better then average chance that your going to die alone.
And the last thought that you might have could be the cure to the common cold, or solving the Kennedy assasination or that you forgot to turn off the stove and in minutes your lifeless body is going to go up in flames with the rest of the people that live in the cheap ass seniors home that you've been living at for years. But really who cares. Your not going to be reborn as a baby, or a dog or a bacteria or a bird. Its going to go black. One minute your here, the next minute your gone, and there's no journey or trip that your taking. In fact, your life isn't about a journey. Its about the accumulation of wealth, and drinking and boning and maybe passing on your genetic material, because thats the only people that are going to remember you.
Because your just flat out completely and utterly dead.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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