ooo, i've never been here before, oh look a castle, ooo, i've never been here before...

Will my fish be around after I die?

Like most humans, I have a desire to be around after I die. It's not that I want to live forever - death may be a great adventure. But even if it's not, I think like a good story, I want my life to have a good ending. Failing that, I guess any end will do. The problem is, I want to see what happens after I'm gone - or that very least, gone in the physical sense.

I'm pretty sure this is a common desire.

Most religions have some sort of life-after-death scenario where the "I" within the person that is me (the observer inside the machine; see Ghost in the Shell) continues in some manner after the body (the machine) dies. It is actually a defining difference between Eastern and Western religions as to what sort of state the "I"(self) continues. Western religions mostly believe that "I" continues as is, as a soul, without losing a sense of self or memory. While most Eastern religions believe in a transformation in which the "I" loses all sense of self and memory, becoming one with the all, or at the very least losing memory, as in re-incarnation.

You know, I was feeling quite metaphysical when I began the above discussion with the voices in my head. However, I have since disagreed with all of the idiots who run around my brain cavity, bumping into cerebellums and other gray brain tissue. Sometimes it's best to let the train derail and crawl, only slightly singed, from the burning wreck--it's better than running into the brick wall of your stubborn consciousness.

-the is a mysfit original photo, NB

I feel like I need to spring clean my brain--wipe away the cobwebs and sweep the brain stem, paying special attention to the Feng Shui placement of my thoughts. I guess that's because, though it snowed and my daffodils have died, the tulips are still struggling for breath and the lilacs have filled my dreary world with the color of scent. I breathe in the sweetness of early spring blooms, remembering absent friends.

"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."- from Sandman IV:Season of Mists, DC Comics/Vertigo
So I dedicate a yellow lilac garden to all of you who have felt the death-like trance of falling snow and stinging cold and wish that with my rebirth comes the hope of yours.

See I get all kinds of weird when I cut over a foot of hair off my head.

-picture of yellow flower (which probably isn't a lilac, but still is very pretty) by jennsee

"The toothfairy teaches children that they can sell their body parts for money." -David Richerby