The switch is thrown, my heart has stopped, and I have dropped into the infinite void known as death. Twenty-four hours later, life is restored for one hour in which I recant my experience from being dead.
Death is not all bad, in fact in many ways it is a beautiful experience. Since we are all headed that way, it may be beneficial to pause and speculate.
After death there is no longer any depression or anxiety or worry.
There is no fear of the future.
There is no regret for past acts or omissions. Even joy is dissolved into the grave.
Trick is; I am unaware of the nothingness.
My hour is up. Peace to all of you.