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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[daisytells.livejournal.com]

I believe. If I die and there is nothing there, I won't know it and I won't care because I'll be dead. If, however, there is something, a lot of people are going to be either pleasantly or unpleasantly surprised, aren't they?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Indeed they are :)