Are we living and dying entangled particles?

I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?

As I walk and go about my business, I feel the potential
of not being here anymore, occupying the same space
as the one I do --the one who talks, breathes, moves,
thinks. It is confusing, as the potential of being and
not being take the same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.

What am I?

Originally posted by Seitse
I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?

As I walk and go about my business, I feel the pote ...[text shortened]... same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.

What am I?

Watch the movie, Jacob's Ladder, and tell me if you see anything familiar.

Another dead man walking thread.

Originally posted by vandervelde
Another dead man walking thread.

And it's a relatively short walk in the grand scheme of things.

Originally posted by Seitse
I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?

As I walk and go about my business, I feel the pote ...[text shortened]... same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.

What am I?

Weed is pretty strong these days huh?

Originally posted by divegeester
Weed is pretty strong these days huh?

Man the s*#t they put in it now.

Originally posted by divegeester
Weed is pretty strong these days huh?

lol...

Spot on, as they say.

weed is so last year, kids

Leaves that fall spring back again

But what happens in between

Look! See!

My mind a bewildering army of branches
covered in leaves

Wind and my leaves rustle
Water and my leaves drink
Sunlight and my leaves flourish
Death and my leaves feast

My mind of leaves
Surely something to behold

When cold strikes they fall
They rot and they dissolve
They feed shamed landscape
They leave me bare

Wind hollow
Water frozen
Sunlight dim
Death without meaning

Where is my mind then?

Deep sleep - almost dead - unaware - uninterested

Last thought?

Leaves that fall spring back again.

So is that what I am?
A tree for ideas to grow on?

Ideas that fall spring back again.

Yes.

Originally posted by Seitse
I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?

As I walk and go about my business, I feel the pote ...[text shortened]... same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.

What am I?

What are you? same as me and everyone else - a narcissist 😀

Originally posted by Seitse
What am I?

Remember, man, you are but dust, and unto dust you shall return.

I am slowly slipping into a vacuum of stardust, spinning
bubbles flank me --silver shower!

Originally posted by Seitse
I am slowly slipping into a vacuum of stardust, spinning
bubbles flank me --silver shower!

Adios muchacho..

Originally posted by HandyAndy
Adios muchacho..

Sí, una cerveza, por favor.

Originally posted by Seitse
Sí, una cerveza, por favor.

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