Life, What Is It But A Dream?

[poliphilo]

My daughter woke up one morning laughing her head off because she'd remembered that life on earth is just one big game of let's pretend.

I've never had a revelation quite like that, but I've had dreams in which I could fly, or in which I returned to the old homestead and knew- just knew- that this was the true reality.

We are spirits- and we pass into incarnation on a regular basis to pursue our education- or maybe just for fun. The self is a suit of clothes.

I was reading an article in a newspaper yesterday which deplored the fact that we go through life hardly ever thinking about death. We? Who exactly is this "we"? I think about death all the time.

Comments

[wolfshift.livejournal.com]

What a strange statement. I think quite a lot of people think about death an awful lot of the time. Large chunks of religion are directly related to death.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[ideealisme.livejournal.com]

Well they outsource the thinking-about-death to religion, maybe ;-)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's the priest's business; we'll leave it to him.