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.

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[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

Always?

As for being a goth, I think not. They are very theatrical in their death obsession.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

As a very young child one hardly knows death exists, but as soon as I found out about it I was fascinated. I said yesterday- in another post- that the first entirely adult author I read was Belloc. This isn't entirely truth. The first entirely adult book I read was Lord Halifax's Ghost Book- a collection of case histories of hauntings and supernatural experiences. Even then I was interested not only in the ghosts themselves, but in theories about ghosts.