Who dies alone

29 07 2010

We are the social animal who dies alone. Descartes was wrong. It is not that we doubt our own existence. It is that we cannot forget it. It is so clear to us that we fall prey to the illusion that no one else exists. That the world is our dream. There is a huge gulf between the one and the all. Between me and the universe. And as we grow older we become aware that even our physical being is part of that universe. And so we sink deeper into the black hole that is our consciousness. Until it disappears.  And then…