Yes, a temporary loss of consciousness is close to death. Well, at least from my understanding. The ‘experience’ itself doesn’t keep me awake at night (nothing does), but the idea that this will all suddenly end just as quickly as it began for me is at least a bit uncomfortable, lol. I’ve had a great life though (and I’m only in my early 30s!), I can only be grateful for this wonderful gift.
“To the As-Yet-Unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed. They said I was a boy named Rudolf Waltz, and that was that. They said the year was 1932, and that was that. They said I was in Midland City, Ohio, and that was that. They never shut up. Year after year they piled detail upon detail. They do it still. You know what they say now? They say the year is 1982, and that i am fifty years old. Blah blah blah.”
Yes, a temporary loss of consciousness is close to death. Well, at least from my understanding. The ‘experience’ itself doesn’t keep me awake at night (nothing does), but the idea that this will all suddenly end just as quickly as it began for me is at least a bit uncomfortable, lol. I’ve had a great life though (and I’m only in my early 30s!), I can only be grateful for this wonderful gift.
Great! Vonnegut described being born thusly:
Enjoy what you get!