A Jack Death Dabble...
What's it like to be dead? I've gotten that question a lot since my experience. I don't really know how to answer it. I mean, I don't want to lie and make people hope for something false. But then again, I don't want to shake their solid stance in the beleif that there is something more after this life. Usually, I just don't answer their question. I find some way, any way, to side-step it. But, inevitably, a different person will bring it up.
My entire team knows what it's like to be dead, actually. I remember the first time I died. It was on the planet where the Nox lived? What was the address. Nevermind, I was never good with numbers. Yeah, but on that planet, I died. The same thing happened as it did these last few times I died just over a month ago. It was kind of frightening actually. Both times. Well, the latter of the both being multiple deaths, but yeah, everyone knows what I mean.
Death. Wow. It's such a nice succinct word, yet, it desparately cries out for a much more elaborate explanation. What's it like? The number one question on people's minds. Only 3 other people on this earth know what it's like to be dead, why not ask them? Why ask me? But, yeah, maybe I know the most? Surely Daniel knows, but he's floating about somewhere "being" dead. Well, allegedly, no. That would explain why he can still materialise in front of me. But, is that him? Or just his soul?
Daniel talked of my soul when he visited me. He talked of it, of course, but he never addressed the issue. What about my soul? God, I know what happens when you die and, yeah, what about my soul? When you die, you can tell it's coming, and yet, you're not fully aware when it finally does hit. All the times I died, I knew I had, but, the awareness slipped away as death sank in. But that's logical. As Sam can tell you in a much more scientific way, the lack of awareness is because the brain is no longer functioning. What that means is that no matter how much you think you're prepared for it, you'll never really know it when you die. That has to be the scariest thought of all. In all my life, I cannot come up with an example of something scarier.
Well, maybe I can. All those times I thought on of my team members had, died...that was scarier. Them, ceasing to be them. God. I never want that to happen, and yet, it's inevitable. And lately, I've been depressed. The hope has been drained out of me. I think of my experience, the bleakness, the darkness, and I think of those people out on other planets, worshipping goa'uld whom claim to be their gods. They'll never know the true happiness of what little they have. I don't want to take any of it for granted anymore, and yet, I've been trained to. When I finally slip unawaredly into the bliss that is scarce blankness, I want happiness. At least that much is true.
What's it like to be dead? I've gotten that question a lot since my experience. I don't really know how to answer it. I mean, I don't want to lie and make people hope for something false. But then again, I don't want to shake their solid stance in the beleif that there is something more after this life. Usually, I just don't answer their question. I find some way, any way, to side-step it. But, inevitably, a different person will bring it up.
My entire team knows what it's like to be dead, actually. I remember the first time I died. It was on the planet where the Nox lived? What was the address. Nevermind, I was never good with numbers. Yeah, but on that planet, I died. The same thing happened as it did these last few times I died just over a month ago. It was kind of frightening actually. Both times. Well, the latter of the both being multiple deaths, but yeah, everyone knows what I mean.
Death. Wow. It's such a nice succinct word, yet, it desparately cries out for a much more elaborate explanation. What's it like? The number one question on people's minds. Only 3 other people on this earth know what it's like to be dead, why not ask them? Why ask me? But, yeah, maybe I know the most? Surely Daniel knows, but he's floating about somewhere "being" dead. Well, allegedly, no. That would explain why he can still materialise in front of me. But, is that him? Or just his soul?
Daniel talked of my soul when he visited me. He talked of it, of course, but he never addressed the issue. What about my soul? God, I know what happens when you die and, yeah, what about my soul? When you die, you can tell it's coming, and yet, you're not fully aware when it finally does hit. All the times I died, I knew I had, but, the awareness slipped away as death sank in. But that's logical. As Sam can tell you in a much more scientific way, the lack of awareness is because the brain is no longer functioning. What that means is that no matter how much you think you're prepared for it, you'll never really know it when you die. That has to be the scariest thought of all. In all my life, I cannot come up with an example of something scarier.
Well, maybe I can. All those times I thought on of my team members had, died...that was scarier. Them, ceasing to be them. God. I never want that to happen, and yet, it's inevitable. And lately, I've been depressed. The hope has been drained out of me. I think of my experience, the bleakness, the darkness, and I think of those people out on other planets, worshipping goa'uld whom claim to be their gods. They'll never know the true happiness of what little they have. I don't want to take any of it for granted anymore, and yet, I've been trained to. When I finally slip unawaredly into the bliss that is scarce blankness, I want happiness. At least that much is true.