A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Here, we'll meet again.
The signpost sits on a sunspot. The upward stream carries you there when you die. Manhattan appears just like when you cross the river into the Bronx from 95 in New Jersey. When you do reach the sun, what happens? Are you able to get off the escalator of water and float around happy to be home? Or do you just drop back down again, to earth, to start all over again?