I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
"Let me ask you," he said to the little children, "If you were to die in your sleep tonight, where would you go?"
I’m told that all matter comes from stardust. For a moment in time, tiny space particles came together to make something extraordinary--a human being.
My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else?