You boarded, you set sail, you've made the passage. Time to disembark. If it's for another life, well, there's nowhere without gods on that side either. If to nothingness, then you no longer have to put up with pain and pleasure, or go on dancing attendance on this battered crate, your body—so much inferior to that which serves it.
One is mind and spirit, the other earth and garbage.
1mo ago
Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpse once and already carried past us, and another follows and is gone.
3mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.