Since from the point of death you are no longer away or conscious, you will never have hindsight on your life — never see its sum total. You will never get the drop on life. Hindsight is a rearview mirror but that’s no good when you run into a brick wall whilst forever looking behind you. And life would only make sense from beyond the end. In retrospect. So life will never make sense, never have meaning, never be complete. It just ends and shit, too late, you’re done. So bitching and moaning about how if I die now it will all have been for nothing doesn’t really hold water. It always was, and always will be, for nothing. The sum total of life is zero. Big fucking deal. Skip out on life like some might skip out for breakfast. Be done with it tomorrow. Or tonight. Or right now. It’s all the same. Nothing is going to change no matter how much life changes. You’re only going to get older and hurt more and die. Listen to the dawn chorus. Still you can’t sleep. No-one is…
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