Somehow I feel the absence, not just the absence of everyone that's fading at my surruoindings, the true absence, the one you feel when you close your eyes and notice that something inside lacks. The sensation is weird, first this kind of blushing of blood from down below to your head, your herat starts pounding your chest frantically, and then you feel it, the emptyness in yout chest, and you get conscious of your own existence, and eventually, your dead. Then dead get a new all level, because is not the same THE DEATH, that YOUR OWN DEAD.
Then you see it, the unfowthable window that is the dead, a window so tall and so high that no one can ever see through the other path, becuase death is alwayas waiting for us at every moment, but we don't notice, 'til this abscense appears, our own predicted absence, our own lack.
What kind of side so polar and so vast would await to our minds when we blow the final breathe? Is there really another side?
Science is not very comfortable, we all are just cells, our counscious is just a sinaptic activity, our feelings just neurochemical reactions, our existence just another of the billions of our especie. So what's left? Religion, we deeply don't believe in God, we need him, to be the light shining upon that window...
We all are gonna die, that's our only certain, and we can't do nothing about, our own frustraition, being conscious of our own deads, that's why we built societies, temples, moral, art, all are just desperate screams of agonica creatures in the middle of the night that is the unexistence...
DEAD BEGINS IN THE MOMENT WE ARE BORN
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