It’s not die before you die, or be unborn before you die, but I’m unborn and undying despite whatever I’m believing otherwise.
It appears you can’t take memory with you but I don’t know this for a fact. Who’s to say consciousness isn’t performing a backup every night?
The world of personal computers may be the best metaphor we have to date for the metaphysical.
Furthermore, it’s not as if stars are imploding into black holes, but a star is an expression of the unknown whole.
And the body is the ash of consciousness like planets are the dust of suns. In such ruins is conceived the stuff of self-awareness.
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