Transient Thoughts

Everybody at my work has a duty to wake up earlier than what would feel natural, to get production going. I can’t speak for all of them but I am what many would say is the farthest thing from a morning person. I spend many-a-nights contemplating existence. Not my existence personally but the existence of the universe; of everything. The idea of dying usually comes with these thoughts, but only as a curiosity. Such as: what is it to die? Some believe that you cease to exist. Not like everything goes black, but that everything simply isn’t anymore. How in the world could one conceive that? It’s not like being unconscious, because even then, you dream, regardless of whether you remember it or not. So maybe memory loss is what it’s like to not think anymore; to die. I can only guess.


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