"From ashes to ashes, it cannot be done." #afterlife as/or #atheism ?!

Heavy Wisdoms and Mirror, My Mirror: IGNORANCE IS THE NAKED FAKE OF DREAMS—MEDITATION. // The Nesting Mirror: "I want a gaming room made of mirrors and to look at the ceiling. There are nails on the floor because you can jump over the fakir. You must play the slot machines with your feet and your hands behind your head, and you will win money." If you accept the ultimate commitment—that you have either lost or won—you are then bound to write a short story explaining exactly why everyone is a winner. To see everything—meditation. In the kitchen, you do not want to lose your hunger. The Final Boundary Post-mortem existence, fatality, and the totalitarianism of moralizing. This structure operates according to premature illnesses that have been thoroughly democratized by feelings. It remains an unacceptable inkling of the totality of personality, and an entirely unacceptable humility.