What if when you go to sleep, you wake up in another reality, and what you dream is simply random memories from your other life flashing before your eyes?
What if between every instant in time the entire universe is destroyed then reconstructed with infinetly small changes we can never recognise because we’re a part of that permanent system of flux?
What la-vie-est-politiques said. Plus everything exists, everything is possible, everything happens – provided it’s reversible.
HOW CAN YOU DIE IF YOU CAN’T KNOW YOU’RE DEAD?
Death is the non-being. I cannot die, because as soon as I am not then I am not. I cannot comprehend, nor experience, my own non-being. Ergo death is not a reality unto me.