Death.

It's strange. I've been thinking about it a lot the last few days whenever I find myself not preoccupied by stuff. Not morbid suicidal thoughts of course. Just thoughts about where we go after we pass on. I admit it scares me a little. Perhaps it's because I do not follow any religious teachings closely and thus, not find a sense of security in the afterlife. How could something that is able to think for itself for the last few decades suddenly slip into non-existence? What awaits us if we do not slip into non-existence? Is there really something or someone waiting for us? What we do not understand, scares us. Perhaps it's human's inability to cope with what awaits us that coerces us into creating theories about reincarnation and other heavenly places.

Religious people out there might start hating me or feel strongly about slamming me about this post. But I'm a free thinker. I believe in a higher being. It's just that I do not tie myself down to a single religion. In fact, religion as a subject intrigues me very much. But this is not a post about my beliefs, but about death.

So if we do die, do we become souls? Drifting between planes of realism and existence, and sometimes take form and be termed as spirits or ghosts? Or are we tied down to our bodies or ashes? It must really suck if that's true, knowing that you're thoughts and feelings still exist but are trapped in an immobile body a few feet underground. No one really knows. Probably explains the spamming of question marks in this post.

O well. Detroit Metal City is out tomorrow. Woo! JAPANESE METAL! BANZAI!

Don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive anyway.