The Sunday Edition
Don't blink! The precious precious time and life....Thanks
“Everyman dies, not every man truly lives”.
My first real kiss was on top of Wallace’s tower in Stirling.
I had a chills when I read this. A friend and I had a conversation on this very concept last summer and your thought on déjà vu echoed her very words. I had read/heard that our moment of death is all of these parallel lives joining at the same still point. Interesting possibility. And I like what Robert Lanza has written about parallel universes and death…”life has a non-linear dimensionality; it’s like a perennial flower that returns to bloom in the multiverse.” And until that moment this life needs my full attention.