Czy wiecie że:
Wszyscy tu zginiemy?

Śmierć tak naprawdę nie istnieje,
To tylko iluzja,
Tak samo życie,
Tak samo ta chwila,
Nie ma nic,
Jest tylko iluzja
i ja, które jest iluzją.

Czemu ma służyć ten temat?

O kurde. Grubo.

Ale odpowiadając na Twoje pytanie: Tak. Myślę, że wszyscy zdajemy sobie z tego sprawę, że pewnego dnia ciało postanowi pójść na permanentny urlop.

Śmierć to dopiero początek...

@PYTKA Sherlock z Ciebie : P

Z czego ten cytat jest?

Z Juliana Śmierć istnieje i ciągle się dzieje. Bawię się w te głupoty od lat i nic nie wskazuje na to, że jest inaczej. Co mamy przeciw? Kto sobie tak naprawdę próbował zdać z tego sprawę? Tak dogłębnie. Ręka do góry. Ciekawe doświadczenie...

That’s the thing about potential; it was so close, what could have been but didn’t happen and will never happen. The events did not line up perfectly. And it breaks your heart.
Fear of death is very silly to me. I am reassured that death is something that all things before me and all things after me will go through. When it comes, I will know what it is. I just hope for a chance to say my goodbyes.
I am more scared of going before my time, without having lived a full and meaningful life. —ELISA LAM

"

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

"
Margaret Atwood, Variation on the Word Sleep