It often appears that we are all far too eager to regain unconsciousness, perhaps because with consciousness comes realization of our deaths, our mortality, our future lack of existence as we know it. But at the same time, isn't unconsciousness the very thing we fear? How is it any different than death? We know nothing, we want for nothing. I suppose there is at least a dream going on while we blank out of our existence...
But still there remains the inescapable juxtaposition; death in life, or life in death. What a darling choice.
