Over where Mr. Edison? It looks beautiful over there as I look across the mountains. So realistically what was beautiful that he saw? I truly wonder that, when the lost period of my life in another place sending boys home from a fucking useless war, did they see anything beautiful "over there" before dying?
Wow this one really touched my heart.Life is difficult, but if you acknowledge this in your heart, then you are completely okay with the fact that it is difficult. Then it's no longer difficult. It's just life. If only someone had told us from the very start of our lives that life was going to be difficult, that difficulty was an essential part of life and of living, we wouldn't be so opposed to the difficulties once they arrived. We would simply take it as a part of the experience of life. We have this preconceived notion of life being great all the time, and so once we're finally confronted with the fact that it isn't we immediately oppose it, because "it's not supposed to be this way".
It is.
I was thinking about death a lot today, and to me I just can't imagine when you die and then what? Nothing? Why do we have consciousness when it could have been anyone else in the body? Why I or us? There has to be something else."And what is death but an emancipation from time? That is of course only on condition that death really means death, not an entry into another consciousness or another sphere." - John Calder
I believe there's definitely a great beyond. I've witnessed supernatural events in my life and paranormal activity. No joke. Being totally honest here. One time, I saw a picture fly off the wall and shatter. In another room, about 10 feet away, a light came unscrewed from the ceiling at the same exact time; it hung there, just dangling. No plausible explanation. The picture that came off the wall was Israel's Temple Mount. And oddly, I was talking to a friend at work about the Temple Mount the day prior. A week later, the UNESCO made a very important decision about the Temple Mount, saying it belonged to Islam and not Judaism, or something like that.I was thinking about death a lot today, and to me I just can't imagine when you die and then what? Nothing? Why do we have consciousness when it could have been anyone else in the body? Why I or us? There has to be something else.