sometimes, when things fall apart, nothing could actually be done.
do you know that tonic water could be a good companion with rum & vodka? and my soul with the crematorium.
sorry, i know that soul could not actually be burnt to ashes...even if it does exist. however, i just can't help indulging myself with the idea of soul being incinerated. this is somehow ridiculous. though, it's just a matter of conceptual process. try to imagine the fire burnt to a certain degree that things melt into nothing. so we mentioned "nothing" here. that particular nothing is a conceptual idea. there is no "nothing" in the nature. so physical things start emerge into conceptual stuff. it's just ridiculous enough that we always try to perceive things with conceptual idea while we could only touch upon physical things.
so, it is how we see things. and how the soul could be incinerated. i know, i didn't explain well. there is a lot missing from A to Z. but i am just trying to illustrate a symposium. and with your intelligence, you should know how to reach there.
then, with few more droplets of that mixture of tonic with rum & vodka, i know that things could just fall apart. it's as easy as we jump out of a 60 storeys high building with our hands stretched out like wings; but they weren't. and never. we fall and fall, to our graves.
let me tell you this, there is a crematorium in berlin, the very city of death once upon a time. it's just so peaceful as if no one would be sent to hell. columns are like woods that connect to the heaven. actually, they just connect to the sky. we perceive the sky to be heaven. what if i tell you heaven is beneath the ground we stand on while hell is all above us? who can tell?
just burn the soul to ashes with the body walking like doll...a doll smells of rum & vodka...amen!
