Every time you sharpen the knife to slit your bare wrist, a loggerhead rings the door bell.
Haunting you in your trance. You, living death, instead of life.
Do you think death is an unemployed evil escorting you to clutch your neck whenever you want it to? There's a time. For everything. For your birth. Your death. All those you call as after lives and past lives. It's the same for a demised man. It's the same for a fool. It's not the same for this man, who is dying in reality. So-called "reality" or "life". He goes behind death, dying in fear of it swallowing him. He fears living. He fears dying. There it wins. "Death" wins.
There are a few questions, theories, elaborations, facts and doubts. They are better, when left as such. The more you dig, the bottomless they become. Worthless they become. It's better to treasure them, by eyeing them as mysteries.
_____ #yqbaba#afterlife#incarnation#Births
