"It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die." - Jack Kerouac
I am conscious about myself and everything, and then suddenly, or slowly, my conscious fades out. Switches off. And it’s not existing, and that’s a marvelous feeling. That from existing, I am not existing. And at that moment, nothing can happen to me.
Don’t let the mixed signals fool you. Indecision is a decision.