paper, scissor, stone

One day you will die, and somehow something's going to steal your carbon. Interest thought, and something we all should explore internally. Death.. what does that include, and what part of our imagination is in charge of creating our thoughts on the afterlife? Who says your version of heaven is better or more right than my version of whatever it is that happens when I die? Yes, something to be pondered about.

Indeed.

Rock, Paper, Scissors... We all fall down.