Last night, while brushing my teeth, I began to think about death. Perhaps, this was caused by exposure to too much death and destruction on television. I am not worried about dying, but this is a significant and unavoidable feature of human life.
Anyways, I decided that death must have advantages, as well as disadvantages.
On the plus side, airport indignities will be over, one will no longer have to pay taxes; become upset by Fox News or other stupid 24-hour news idiots; haircuts will unnecessary; worry about what others think will be a thing of the past; putting up with stupid people will end; look for a parking space and pay for parking will be unnecessary; brushing your teeth won’t help; rap music will no longer irritate; and so on.
On the negative side, one is dead. You cannot read good book or, for that matter, any book. A glass of good wine is out of the question. Sunsets will no longer be something one can look forward to. I doubt that vacations are a feature of being dead.
Of course, there is an outside chance that hell exists (where I will end up), which be a rather large negative. So, it’s best not to think about something so inevitable and enjoy the pluses of being alive...
This will be the last post, because the world is ending tomorrow! Or so I have read in reputable news media.
Because I do not believe in the Rapture, I will be targeted for destruction. Oh well, life has been fun while it lasted. I was lucky enough to be born, and I had a good trip. I cannot complain about being born, so I cannot complain about dying.
For those sinners that do believe in the Rapture, have fun in the future.
I will be sure to wear clean underwear tomorrow....
BBC is currently running a series of programs on the marvels of the human body. Like all their science programs, the visuals and text are excellent. The first in the series was about how humans reproduce. I learned a lot about how life comes into being from a single cell and multiples to the trillions that make up each of us.
It got me thinking about the chance of being born...which is one in millions. That makes being born like a lottery: only a few win.
What does that make death? If you look at it like a game, then everyone wins.