You know how in movies sometimes you see someone who's mortally wounded or terminally ill and as the last few minutes of their lives tick by they're so calm, serene almost? I've always wondered how they could be so accepting of their impending demise.
Anyway, that's not the point. I've also wondered what it must be like to feel everything coming to an end, to know that beyond some point in time in the very near future, that there's nothing else? To know that everything that was will be gone, no more. To know that everything that they were, who they were, all they did, everything about them would be gone, just cease to be.
I think I'm starting to know that feeling.
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