This morning, just before I woke up, I dreamt that I was shot in the back. The bullet passed through me instantly, but that split second seemed like a lifetime. In that short moment before I died images and thoughts flashed through my mind. These abstract conjurations seemed to answer all of the questions I had. Then suddenly everything faded white. Like when the ‘real world’ fades into the construct when Neo learns what the Matrix is. Then I woke up. I don’t remember anything I learned, or the questions that were answered.
On the topic of death