“Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish.”
To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies.
To become extinct.
Curtains, deceased, demised, departed and defunct.
Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring.
Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits.
The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep.
God’s way of saying, “Slow down.”
To check out.
To shuffle off this mortal coil.
To head for the happy hunting ground.
To blink for an exceptionally long period of time.
To find oneself without breath.
– To be the incredible decaying man. – Worm buffet.
– Kick the bucket. – Buy the farm.
– Take the cab. – Cash in your chips.
And if we bury you ass up, we have a place to park my bike.
The brain creates the mind, as a virtual space to expand and speed up its thinking. The virtual space becomes the conscious you, who can take control of the mind and use it to control the brain. More often then not, we allow the brain to dictate the mental script that runs in our minds, and the brain has a tendency to repeat scripts, that it runs repeatedly.
Is your brain controlling your mind, or are you using your mind to control the brain.
Continued from Previous Chapter
She picked a rose from the garden growing in front of the water bottling company, the smell made her wonder, how breakfast, scientifically became the most important meal of the day, for the animal man.
As the dew evaporated from the grass, and the mammals danced the morning truce around the watering hole, she sat looking at her morning bowl of cereal, thinking, the damm the cow forgot to bring the milk.