Death

There comes a time when we all think of death. I think of it all the time and none of the time. It intrigues me yet I cannot believe that it exists. I know it exists for other people but how can I die? I have always been here as long for as I have been here.

Then I think of the 15 billion years that passed before I existed and I wonder if that is what death is like. Is death like the time I was put under to get an operation? Time did not exist, it wasn't blackness or pain or heaven, just nothing. Where was I at the moment of the big bang? Where was I when the first creature asked "Why am I here?" Where was I when Jesus died on the cross? Where was I when my parents met?

I am the miracle at the end of a trillion trillion trillion accidents and coincidences. We have all already won the lottery a trillion times over just by being here now. We are ephemeral. We are prescious. When we die it is sad.

But at least we were here.