Nothingness

Nothingness. The absence of somethingness. Black, the absence of light. Why is this so difficult to understand?

Before we were born, there was nothingness. Remember that? In fact, pretty much until around age 5, there is nothingness, because you can't remember it. Oh sure, you might have a vague memory of an incident or two, as I do, but it literally has a term: Infant amnesia.

But it doesn't really matter. The concept of not being here, no longer being alive, is such a puzzling thing. It's also inconceivable. To know that a person is gone forever is impossible to me.

But to think that one day _I_ will be gone is even more inconceivable.

Will you come put flowers on my grave?

No, amend that. Sprinkle some good scotch on my grave. Regularly.