My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
Open your mind, and possibilities that once seemed inconceivable emerge. It's a wild, soul-bending adventure.
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
It may seem twisted to have a love affair with death. People are afraid to die yet afraid to live. You cannot deal with your pain or with fear unless you're willing to live through it and I've experienced the contractions of giving birth to happiness in the face of agony.
That’s me: a death-obsessed, fearful, life-loving, food-savoring soul who can barely function in this space-filled world. Somehow, I manage to have great adventures.
Deep yet funny questions from an insecure yet ravenously curious person.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Heaven and hell do not resonate with me. I much prefer an afterlife that allows all souls to learn, grow, and reach their spiritual potential. But that doesn't require me—or you—to tolerate mean people.
