I just lost two close relatives who were also friends today. We grew up as kids and they were about a year or two older than me. I’ve always been aware of death and accept it but when stuff like this happens, it’s a really strong reminder of how we’re all moving along in the line towards the end.
Every day, every second. You’re always moving closer to the exit. It’s a scary thought, so most prefer not to think about it.
It inspires one to investigate religion, psychedelics and meditation. They say it sheds light on the subject.
No deaths of close relatives basically forever then suddenly 3 close ones dead inside 2 years (in the vicinity of the recent calamity) (all for causes apparently unrelated to covid, if you’re wondering, for whatever such statements are worth). Life has become sciencefictiony.
