Legacy Blog 3: Why Do They Call Them Restrooms? Sometimes Pooping can Take a Lot of Work

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

What will happen when I die? Unless I choose to be cremated and have my ashes scattered all over the world (which is ideal), my body will be consumed by other living things in the ground. That’s not so bad. I’m giving back to the world what it gave to me. Life. As for the “spirit” or whatever inhabits the body that lives on after one dies, I don’t know where mine will go. As I see it, my spirit will probably try to go somewhere besides Earth. Who knows? Maybe dying allows humans to enter higher space-time, as they are no longer tethered by three-dimensional limits. Maybe that’s what heaven is supposed to be, and why humans cannot see it or describe it when they live. Maybe there’s nothing after life. If that is the case, oh well. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken life for granted.

That brings me to another terrific point: the uselessness of “would have,” “could have,” and “should have.” There is no changing the past. Just as matter of three-dimensions cannot be destroyed, neither can events of four dimensions. “Would have,” “could have,” and “should have” reveal one’s uncertainty about past actions. The past may have been bad, but it is, and cannot not be (again, double negatives are fine here). I guess that is a weird way to say, “suck it up.” My statement at the end of the pervious paragraph should instead be, “I took life for granted. Oh well.”

Ferrets are unkind

The sky wants more observers

Watch out for those bears