I find the idea of death comforting. It's like on a working day, where when I finally get home, I like a good kip. The only thing that worries me is whether I'm, wrong or not about what happens to me when I'm dead. If one of these religions turns out to be correct, and I am wrong, I'm going to suffer for it for all eternity.
What scares me is the idea of losing control of myself. I panic enough when I suffer from sleep paralysis, but what scares me just as much, if not more, is losing control of my mind. I am terrified of getting dementia or something of the sort.
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A man walks into a zoo. There's nothing there but one dog. It was a shih-tzu.
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