I don’t believe anyone dies. I have no idea if I sound crazy or not, but I’ve been thinking so much about death lately that it’s impossible to focus on anything else. I’ve got different views on death than most people, and maybe even different views on death than I had a year ago. I feel as if no one really dies. I don’t think it’s possible. Yes, people have been to funerals because someone, “died” and yes they’ve seen the bodies, they’ve seen how lifeless they looked. The body doesn’t really die, I think the body is just abondoned. Whatever caused the soul to leave it made it that way. So obviously everyone sees a dead person. Someone they’ve known for the longest in a coffin. I thought about this for a while. Does the soul really leave though? I mean of course it leaves the body, and whatever else made the person who they were. I think they don’t leave, they leave in a different way. They simply move. I think a person is full of energy, and that energy moves somewhere else. It’s like hibernation in a way. The energy was hibernating inside someone for who knows how long, and when it finally woke up, it decided to leave. The causes of death are just signs of waking up. And when a person, “dies” the soul and energy, wake up, only not really. Lying in a coffin isn’t a place where you go when you die. Being buried isn’t the place that you go when you die either, it’s that moment in life where you actually start living. Whether anyone else knows it or not. Dead things are living things. Living things are dead. Living things are trapped in a body while dead things are all around. In the trees, in the sky, in the sand, in the water, in the air. We’re surronded by dead things, and I think those dead things are what make everything seem alive. A person carrys around energy that has been trapped. The human body functions with this so call energy. And when the energy feels like leaving, it will leave and so will the soul. The human body will be left to rot. Like a home that was never bought, or like a puppy that was left to starve. No one is ever gone, they’re all around us. And we’re all dead while they’re alive. It’s almost scary. I don’t know, I’ve gone mad I suppose.