Cuesta write about something so unknown. Death is just another vague concept in the popular mind. Without reasonable grounds, without reason, without much science without understanding. Just as it comes, it goes. What is death? "Fear of the unknown? Ephemeral feelings of desolation. Nothing, nothing. Have you even thought about what it means failure to see anything
? not black, is nothing
. The limits of the universe, beyond the relative, if you can call it "there" total vacuum, the non-existence. death. Close eyes and over. Falling into the debate inside what it means to die. Are we willing to accept something that we can not deny? So how to live. With almost naive dreams of other worlds, realities and aspirations of overstock, based on mental ether in razocinio cheap, in vain hope. We fear death because we do not know, like the dark and locked drawers. What more than cowardice? But then there would be rough, even disposable fear nothing, to something that is simply not
. And that fall into the reality, and if you fear death, they are rude and yes we are disposable ... then how to call the suicide a coward?, simplistic perhaps, but never a coward. Given up thinking I fall
dimensions to the colors, smells, sounds, feelings passengers in an infinite whole, unimportant. We are nothing, zero after a comma, counting forever. That fly flies stuck to the glass, these creatures that lived a day.
Is it not the same minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and centuries in the infinitely endless? The same with our
be
, the space we occupy is nothing, and as nothing is going to die in the cruelest of despair, the negative existential. Total.
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