Let us start with life. What is it? Is it something you have or something you experience? It seems to fuel the shell that you call your body, but is it actually your body? Or maybe borrowed. The life that possesses this vessel, is it you? Or are you the time that passes through it? As much as we do know, we know that we are something. We experience, we breathe, we live. But is this life a thing that we possess?

We die, but do we really die? We can experience someone else's death, but when we boil it down, can we experience our own? We can be aware right up until that final moment, but will you notice that moment when the light turn out? No one can tell me...