A number of year ago, I had the pleasure of dying for a brief moment. It showed me that death does not end life.
It was obvious that death does not end life, but I had strongly suspected that earlier when I had decided to die, and was presented with thumbnail sketches of lives that I could move into.
Compassion got the better of me and I decided to live.
It turns out that death is as strange as life. What disturbs me just a bit is that from time to time I am being given choices again. It's as though my supervisor is dangling options in front of me:
"Do you want this one?"
This is a little scary because I was planning to stay around for at least a few years because I don't want to let my wife have disturbing nights without me, and I think my brothers would not like my being the first to leave.
What happens if an option comes along that I really like?
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