Are we being greedy, counting on some being as extending beyond the one self we have. What do we gain via this belief - Hope? Defence? Power? Belonging? Antidote to disappointment?
Why can't we accept - why do we fear - that there really will be a total, complete end of ourselves once these physical bodies stop. (Wouldn't an ever-existence be exhausting?)
What if there is, in fact, purpose, meaning, and vitalness in the pursuit of the flesh, of material things - in lust, in greed, in blind passion - when we're at certain stages in life (like our existence depends on it)?
What if, unless we really go for a thing and live it to the most utter depth, it'll keep smouldering in the back of our mind and we'll remain in wondering's grip for as long as we live?
How else do we truly understand something, other than through experiencing the opposite of that thing?
What if all choices are equal - but there's only this one chance?
Photo: drawing of Sarah Moon's photo
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