Death Is Simply A Break In Our

We Take For Granted How Our Mind Puts Everything Together.

In Whatever Form It Takes, Life Sings Because It Has A Song. The Meaning Is In The Lyrics.

Without Consciousness, Space And Time Are Nothing.

Death Is Simply A Break In Our Linear Stream Of Consciousness.

When You Turn From One Room To The Next, When Your Animal Senses No Longer Perceive The Sounds Of The Dishwasher, The Ticking Clock, The Smell Of A Chicken Roasting - The Kitchen And All Its Seemingly Discrete Bits Dissolve Into Nothingness - Or Into Waves Of Probability.