i have always been interested in time, and its passage. we have no real reason to believe that the future will resemble the past, but most us go to bed each night "knowing" that the sun will rise in the 'morrow.
it is only in retrospect that we understand how particular moments are inexorably important. i have pictures in my head of scenes, like a black and white story board of my life, and, sometimes when the universe comes together with just the right tension, my life unfolds like a movie.
it is only in retrospect that we understand how particular moments are inexorably important. i have pictures in my head of scenes, like a black and white story board of my life, and, sometimes when the universe comes together with just the right tension, my life unfolds like a movie.
As for the future, I'm one of those who takes it for granted that there will be a tomorrow. I have a hard time dealing with the idea that my life will eventually end - not so much the idea that I might no longer exist, but the question of what it will be like to experience death, and what will happen to my consciousness after death. Do we go on to an afterlife, get reincarnated, relive our lives (or some alternative version of our lives), or do we just wander around in some state of limbo? I've thought about this a lot.