He can’t even fathom it.
Death. It should be simple. A loss of energy, a decaying of the body. But he can’t get it out of his mind. It hunts him, keeps inside his head; it makes him wish he could obsess about anything else. Where does the spirit go? Is there even a soul to the human body? Do you become a cow or woodchuck or beaver? If it’s true, is reincarnation instant or does your spirit inhabit a timestream sort of thing for a while before being “reassigned”?
It tears at him until he’s ready to pick up a gun and find out, but he doesn’t. Death is but the next great adventure, and he’s not done with the current one yet.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
