I died and lived to tell about it. The circumstances leading me to death aren’t important. Here’s what I learned.
Slowly my identity began fading away. I went from understanding where I was located in space and time. Then one-by-one, those details faded, until even saying “I” wouldn’t have made sense.
Realization sets in. “I” didn’t exist anymore, and my…
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