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What if we’re dead? Or dying? What if life were actually leaving us, leaving our physical selves behind, leaving us to die much later, to live dead lives. How do I explain? What if, somewhere through our journeys through our lives we forgot the meaning of living? What is living? Who is living? Who is dying? Am I dead? Am I dying?
What if dying was living? What if the only way to experience life, was through dying? Am I dying? Am I dead?
I can’t feel. I don’t know what I feel. So I don’t feel. Or is it that I do not feel, so I don’t know what to feel? I’ve seen people like me. People with principals, unfeeling, unattached, uncatchable, the wandering soul. What if our souls don’t come back? What if we’re trapped here and they’re freed and hate us and leave us and never come back to us? Is that death?