I’m so tired. Why, I’m practically falling asleep upright. Or am I dying? Am I the dead?
If this is death, I can’t say it’s that bad. Definitely not something to look forward to, but okay.
We are the dead. Conscious corpses shuffling about. Not really alive, just weary.
Or maybe that’s life. Routine and mundane and willful neglect of the everyday divine. Maybe death is when you become unconscious of all this and just lie down to rot. Or get hit by a car, or blown to pieces. Or torn limb from limb by a pack of wild dogs.
Now, let’s say this is life and we are living it. But in a way that’s only slightly better than being dead. What then? Shuffle on and appreciate life for what it is? Or reach higher for things beyond the mundane?
Nah, I’m too tired. I think I’ll go to sleep.