There is no loneliness like the loneliness of the dying. When it happens to us, we are all the same, we are all united, and we are all alone.

As a teenager, I remember vividly fearing death.
I think this started when I read about black holes, and how a fall into them could take an infinitely slow amount of time for an outside observer. This instilled an early fear that death, the decoherence of the soul, may in fact be an infinite act.

Imagine, time stretches to a creep as the mind, the atomic pearl of consciousness, is never…

Maarten Mortier

Dad, nerd, runner.

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