My favorite deep thought is:
After you die, it is believed that you have 7 minutes of brain activity left inside you, and in the 7 minutes, you experience your entire life over, in a kind of dream… Because in a dream, time is stretched.
So if this is the case, what if right now you’re in that 7 minutes… How do you know if you’re alive or just reliving old memories?
Mind fucking. I love it.
“The ceiling’s falling in, everytime you don’t know where you’ve been
Our love, seventeen to lifetime
The seasons change when we all stay the same
The pain I felt back then won’t ever go away
Echoes call me back to the feeling again
At this point, I realize love is not an emotion I can neglect
My queen thought I wasn’t ready for love. She was right
What did love mean to me? It didn’t mean anything
Compassion, affection… I just know I wanted her it back
Can’t be a king without love
Love…”
