The Egg

When you die the earth with break like an egg and all of its reality will spill out. Death will shatter every shell you had constructed around you. Your physicality will be gobbled up by mind fish. That mind you thought was yours alone was always bigger than your wildest dreams, greater than any thought you had about God. Mind is like that small goldfish you brought home once in a glass jar thinking it to be a wonder to be understood but 'understanding' was never the point, only the 'wonder' mattered. When your bodily clock stops; what we may now name as God will carry you in your own glass jar for a while before cracking that open also. Time, place, and distance will be gobbled up by mind fish and you will be out of your egg forever.