Serious though. Whatchu doing with all the wood. . .Starting tomorrow it's supposed to stay below freezing 24 hours a day for almost a week. More tree removal and painting in our house today.
Friend of mine is an arborist, he cuts down a lot of really old hard wood trees that have grown in residential areas. He used to cut up all the wood for firewood. He since realized that a lot of that material is rather valuable and now makes more money selling specialty lumber to furniture and instrument makers.
Not usually at night, but sometime triggered when I see a bad accident or something. Knowing that whoever that might be is just "gone". Like you cease to exist at that very moment - will you care or have regrets? Probably not, as you're dead.
Ever just lie awake at night, thinking about how death means things just click off, forever? No more consciousness, no more existing, just nothing. Eternal nothingness.
Yea, I didn't have a great night. I can see why people turn to religion. The thought of paradise is more comforting than the reality of nothing.
Maybe the lake here will start to freeze again. The waves were pounding the shore yesterday.Starting tomorrow it's supposed to stay below freezing 24 hours a day for almost a week. More tree removal and painting in our house today.
You are making assumptions. I assume that once death tightens its grip, our spirit is either catapulted into a new journey or we are trapped in a pocket of ubresolved tension until balance is found. Peace be with you, and also with you.
Ever just lie awake at night, thinking about how death means things just click off, forever? No more consciousness, no more existing, just nothing. Eternal nothingness.
Yea, I didn't have a great night. I can see why people turn to religion. The thought of paradise is more comforting than the reality of nothing.
Sometimes it's a car crash at 18, sometimes it's the slow decay of dementia at 93. Any cares or regrets, poof, all gone, no more no less. No opportunity to say goodbye, you just cease to exist.
At work drinking coffee. Pretty menial tasks to accomplish.
I find it a little funny when an out of office message pops up for someone, saying to contact a different person. So you go to contact them and that person is also out of the office and saying to go back and contact the original person. I mean dudes, you're on the same team, do you not plan this out or talk?
Anyways, woohoo Friday.
Not usually at night, but sometime triggered when I see a bad accident or something. Knowing that whoever that might be is just "gone". Like you cease to exist at that very moment - will you care or have regrets? Probably not, as you're dead.
Its dark.
All I can make are assumptions. Not all of us have died and come back like @Pesqueeb.
I have accepted my imminent passing while being pulled into an auger and then blacked out. I am here to tell you not a day we are living is promised to us.
The only thing I know is that if anything, the existential, only became more so. Life is fucking weird, man.
a Serbian saying I heard my G'ma say about 50 years ago that stuck.
Farm down the street leases land to multiple firewood processors. Nearly every day, I see log trucks shuttling large, straight, 2'+ diameter hardwood logs off to be turned into firewood.
What would Hayduke do?
there is a cabin in them there logs
Them's hallowed grounds, son
ex-front ranger. And yes I drink a lot of the booch
