When was the last time you died?
Might sound like an odd question if you are sat at your computer or phone reading this feeling very much ‘alive’ in order to do so.
But how would you define living?
“Alive or just breathing?”
A tad cliché but worth considering.
I have this happy memory; a memory from a time in my younger life when there weren’t many things to be happy about.
It was a flash of colour. A dance of DNA woven in ribbons. It was coming into a moment of unity amongst a sea of duality. I was about 8 years old.