Today I went tubing! And, I drove by a cemetery. Both very inspirational experiences. I'll start with the cemetery.
When I think of death, I think of going to sleep. Of slipping into a slumber of unawareness and never waking up. But then I think of dreams, and if you dream when you are dead? But I know you don't, because your brain is turned off. But if all life is is a preparation for death, which it is if you think about it, what is so special about death? Is it really just unawareness? Sometimes I like to believe in reincarnation, that when I die I'll wake up being born. That I'll be somebody else, get to experience life again. But then, is there somebody inside of me? Do I have repressed memories of a past life? I don't know how I'd react to that... Hopeful maybe. But is there an afterlife? I tend to think not, but wouldn't it be nice? A heaven for people who deserve it, a hell for those less fortunate. Or.. were heaven and hell just ways to get the village people to work back in the day? Just a way to work them to death, willingly. The kings used to tell the workers that if they die on the job, they'd go to heaven and have a paradise of their own. But they just have to die first, and the only good way to die is by working on that wonderful statue of me, but don't make that darn nose too big. You know what I mean? I don't know what to believe.
Next, tubing.
Ah, water. Pure, yielding, water. How I adore thee. Wait, adore thou? I don't know, but sitting in the tube-y thing is like flying. You go up up up then you crash and the water is in your face and it's like everything you've ever done in your life doesn't matter because you are in the tube and you have to hold on because if you don't, you fall into the fast-moving rapids and get left behind to drown. Or get eaten by fish (shut up). Nothing matters in the water. Everything is gone and it's just you and you are. Maybe I am going insane.