I have no clue where my mortal form departs to ,when my flame has run out. I will not be me when I get there, and the world will be turned on its ear to the point of being unrecognizable.
If I'm not me, I'm someone else. If I'm someone else, I'm far from immortal. My only hope for immortality, is that I am part of something that I do not understand and that I do not comprehend. On a fundamental level, I am no different, physically than anything else in existence - thereby, at least in the physical realm, I will always be around.
I have no clue if I will ever again be the same type of incarnation, that I may appreciate who I am, and how I relate to the immeasurable vastness that I am forced to ponder through this prism of fearfulness........
.Edited by The Mad Deckhand - 4/26/12 at 7:08pm