Death-Counterfeiting Sleep

I look forward to sleeping. It is like death.

Being unconscious is wonderful. It is the nearest I can get to non-existence without throwing myself in front of a train. This is something to be cherished.

I can’t wait for death. This is why I love sleeping.

If I thought that there was no afterlife, I would end it all right there and then. But it is that niggling worry that despite people saying that your mind blinks out like a knackered lightbulb…what if it doesn’t?

In some religions, suicides go straight down, do not collect $200 etcetera etcetera etcetera, to Hell. This is not what I want. Relieving myself from a life full of pain to an unlife of eternal pain, well, that just does not compute. I don’t fancy going to the other place either. I’d look stupid with a halo and wings. Plus, Heaven would just be more eternal suffering. No thanks.

Oblivion is what I want. That is what I need. No self, no me. Perfection.

Can you think of what it would be like for your consciousness to end? I can’t. I cannot wrap my mind around what it would be like to simply not exist. This is my idea of Heaven.

I look forward to a long-deserved rest.


About greebohobbes

All-round irritant, expert swordsman (loves lopping off the heads of ghouls), professional charlatan and outrageous wearer of black cocktail dresses...
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