On death

in me


Don’t mourn for the dead, but celebrate their lives! You’re the conscious end product of seventeen billion years of wheels and cogs a-whizzing in an unconscious universe-sized machine, and when you’re gone, you’re gone; there’s no heaven, God, gods or any other kind of happy forever after waiting to receive your shriven leftovers. This is it. You’re it. Blink and you miss it, and all the wheels keep turning.



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Ik Ben Wakker

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