I've come to realize that the idea of there being nothing after death is actually quite a frightening concept, if you stop to think about it. Is this why people so readily grasp on to any ideas or religions that offer the promise of life after death? The uncertainty of it all? The fear of there suddenly being nothing where there once was the potential for everything? Will there even be a "me" once I'm gone? What is death, anyway? Can it actually be experienced by anyone but the living? What makes life worth living if there's nothing to come of it? On that note, what is life? What defines it in such a way that it can be taken away by an ever increasing number of things?

These questions, and questions like these, originate from a depressed state of mind, but as they continue, each one sparks a flame of curiosity that slowly overcomes my depression, until I'm just left with the "me" there was before. Instead of some daunting, unknowable force, death returns to simply being another adventure everyone has to face eventually, somewhere down the line.

And then I have to get ready for work because it's almost 1 and I've been sitting around waxing philosophical instead of getting dressed. Again.