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.
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.
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
Open your mind, and possibilities that once seemed inconceivable emerge. It's a wild, soul-bending adventure.
My thoughts while observing Brown University's class of 1939
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.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Deep yet funny questions from an insecure yet ravenously curious person.
