Purgatory

 

I find it hard to believe that this will all come to an end.  I expect my thoughts to go on forever.  Yes, I know my body will give out and become one with the universe, but this continual stream of thoughts and ideas, how could those possibly draw to a close.  They seem to have a life of their own. 

So far, they have been fed by observation and creativity, so even if death removes observation, the spark of creativity should not extinguish.  It has been built upon a lifetime of randomness, silliness and stupidity, of which there is an endless supply.  

I expect the frustration will be in the absence of an outlet.  Once gone, where will I post such nuggets.  I doubt the afterlife has Blog capabilities.  There will be no Letters to the Editor, and no books to write.  Things will just fester.  I’ll have some grand epiphany and no one to share it with.

 

 

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