I really hate the feeling of death. Everything gets washed away, which is fine, but until it gets replaced with something new, the wasteland in between is horrible.
The short bursts of bliss make me belief I have arrived,when in fact its just temporary, just a little glimpse of reality to keep me going.
Nobody has any answers. Any predictions are just speculations. We are walking around dizzy from all the spinning. Spinning down the rabbit hole. There better be a wonderland at the bottom.