So, the majority will be waking up soon, facing the bright prospect of a brand new Thursday. Thursday's a lovely day. It's like Friday without the anxiety of watching the clock. It's loose and structured at the same time. I've yet to go to bed with the prospect of facing it yet, because I'm +05:00. And I'm freelance, so I can wake whenever the fuck I want.
A thought came to me today--I'm possitive I'm not the first receiver of it--that, maybe, when we die, it will be absolutely horrible. Instead of a cosy afterlife, or a reality of nothingness, or a rebirth into something lower or higher on Mother Nature's Happyness Scale, we die, and then, inevitabley, transition into an eternity of torment. For no reason. Or for no reason we can imagine. Basically, imagine everyone is, when they die, going to Hell, the worst hell, everyone. Imagine this is going to happen, and is inevitable regardless of how you live your life.
No question. Just imagine that.