THOUGHTS ABOUT BIRTH AND DEATH

THOUGHTS ABOUT BIRTH AND DEATH – death comes with birth My alter ego is an ET kind of person. He allows me to travel throughout the solar systems galaxies and universes – I am not earthbound. I strive to think outside the limits of our planet. I avoid being slave to the same conversation in the same way. I don’t find comfort in repeating one answer to a question especially when that answer is mine. There is something sickening about mothing the same response over and over again as if it’s the only one I’ll ever have and I’m holding on to it for fear of having nothing else to say. There is one thing I’ve found to be true and bears repeating without hesitation and that is everything that comes into existence eventually dies. Some have cynically said that everything is born to die. That might be true metaphorically but in reality it’s not. What is true is that birth and death are one; there is not one without the other. Another truth is that everything that comes into existence is unique – no one thing is exactly the same as another; cloning may be an exception. Out of the billions of human beings, animals, flowers, stars, galaxies not one is exactly the same as another. The inevitable death of all of these can be seen and felt through the process of ageing. Science tells us that all thing are made of star stuff; just as stars eventually die so too will star stuff. My balding head wrinkling and sagging skin greatly contributed to me choosing the identity of my alter ego. One morning before dressing I caught my full body reflection in the vanity mirror. It was the first time I took an up close view of my aging body. When I was younger my star stuff was packed tight. There was definition in my muscles and my back didn’t stoop as much. Now the hair was leaving my head and growing around the nipples of my sagging tits; parts of my once solid body seemed to be melting. The reaction to my new image was and still is: ain’t this a bitch shit fuck!! ADOS