Welcome to the cellar AprilElizabeth.

Those are the only good kind.

She's either quite early, or quite late.:3eye:

Death is when we finally learn what someone did. An obituary is interesting since that is when we learn what that person really did. Before that, most are unknown.

They have to be in a box. We bury them so that nobody will open the box. Then they are both dead and alive.

That's what he said.

No, just have to be out of sight.

Or on the opposite side of the world from us? I think it's April in China right now....

If you don't touch that string, then it will not be affected. Are you talking particle theory or wave theory?

You think he said it. Did you actually touch the word? Then how do you know it really exists? What number quantified it?

Death is the inverse of life. A great Greek philosopher once said it. It must be true. (Or maybe The Don said it. Same thing.)

I have studiously avoided this thread. And now, I see my friends, and others, have posted here. The prospect of the mortality of the people I know, people I love--my *own* mortality, has become a moving force in my life recently.

It feels like a biiiig swell in the ocean. I'm close enough to the beach to see the shore, but the energy of the indifferent ocean moves me up, up, then slides away. I've seen these swells before, I've seen the waves break. I know one day the crest will loom over me like a shroud and I'll have the irresistible urge to paddle and thrash and maybe I'll make it through the wave...

But I know the exertion will make my fight against the next, inevitable, inexorable, implacable wave futile. I'll be tossed and tumbled, my airless screams unheard until they burst from my lungs in a stream of silvery bubbles, trailing away, into the light.

Yes, Clodfobble, that's a lot. Still, the waves outnumber us.

but maybe CF interacts with more people than your average dwellar?