Until Death Do Us Part
But it doesn't have to be.
If you were to think about death as if it was a city, or a building, or some other easily accessible place you could plug into your phone, it becomes so much more difficult to imagine the exclusion of others.
In that place that you can all go, you are suddenly all together. You came there separately, and maybe there is no way out. But you’re all there together, merely existing in millions of moods, ideas, and images. You all feel and think, and hope and dream. Even though life has left you, there is still such a need to wander and exist. Meaning is something we all understand and crave, perhaps even in death.
If death, in all of its shades of mystery and unknown secrets, is so easy to personify in a feeling of unity simply because we are all destined to go there someday, why is it so difficult to imagine that sense of unity is real in the here and now?
This world is a place in which we already exist together. Why should we wait until after we die to realize that we were never any different to begin with?
