We are actually dying though. Focus on some moment in your past, your childhood or something. It is gone. It never happened. Did it happen, are you sure? You project your memory on it, trying to recreate the event, still a part of you, from another time, feels like it really did happen. You are a wisp, floating away to the netherland, oblivious, tumbling out of control. Do you see your downfall? It is imminent, revel in it, for it is one of the best feelings that you will ever feel. Feminine, oblivion, unconsciousnes, forever sleep. The antithesis of the creative drive! You are tumbling out of control and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. That moment you were in the hospital? Where you thought there was so much pain it would never end? Well the pain did end. What? You can’t even be sure the pain ever happened. Did it happen? Are you sure? Are you even sure that you exist now? Isn’t this moment going to be forgotten, just like all the other moments, frozen in time? Real for but an instant, but then forever frozen in time, never to be heard from again? How can you even say that right now even exists, because you know it isn’t going to be for very long.
Now doesn’t even exisst, we are already dead, life is but a memory.