November 11th - Day 315
No one remembers being born for a very simple reason - no one has ever been born. It is all a story. At a certain point a light snapped on and you assumed the ownership of a body. That you are the body that you inhabit has been reinforced time and again because it is the same for every other apparent human being. If there is no birth, obviously there is no death. What is not born cannot die. When you dream at night, there is no beginning to the dream; it starts in mid-story. This life started in mid-story also. It just sort of blinked on. And it will blink off. It will stop in the middle of a sentence. And then what? Wait and see.