When thought ceases, so do I.
I die to the molecular world around me: the birds and cars and people and expressways. The trees and buildings and rivers and neon signs.
I am the puzzle piece fitting perfectly into those around me.
Out an airplane window I am an imperceptible dot in a sprawling, seamless mosaic.
In death I awaken to this heavenly perspective at ground level.
– John Ptacek
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