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Upanishads

Rig veda

Bhagavad gita

I am talking to myself.

My UC is undiagnosed and in potential late stage.

I'm dying.

There I was, mowing... No, I was using the blower.

So there I was, utilizing the power of wind to detail a lawn when the idea arose totally organically.

A healthy lawn.

Count how many ads you see every year for new drugs.

Everyone is afraid of death.

They are preying on people who are afraid of dying and taking as much of their money as they can before they die.

I'm dying. I hope I'm not, but I think that I'm dying.

I've processed it as much as I think one can when presented with the idea of certain death.

When I inevitably die, I would like my body to be callously tossed onto the woods. There, the insects and woodland creatures can feast upon my lifeless carcass.