posted on Mar, 23 2019 @ 11:14 AM
a reply to: 316stee420
The mind has strange ways of dealing with asphyxia.
But I hope, when my time comes, it's clear and concise.. and not filled with regret.
We return to that from which we came, where the person we think we are, is rendered without personality, back to the essence. After that, who knows..
we each have our own heavens, and our own hells, that wait for us.
We can never know, until we are there.
edit on 23-3-2019 by gallop because: (no reason given)