Up and showered. Kev has it down to a fine art, and I'm getting more accomplished at scooting along on my bum much like I did when I was a kid. I couldn't walk then but I could go like the clappers shuffling along on my bottom. I wore out the backside of my jeans so much my Mum put leather patches on them.
Watched another episode of The Rising, it certainly makes you think, what if death is like that, you are still there but not in a corporal way... Or if that only applies if you've been murdered? So many things we don't know... I've always believed that there's nothing, you go to nothing, dust to dust but you just snuff out like a candle...
People say about ghosts, but I believe in the stone tape theory, walls absorb emotions and "record" powerful images, shades of trauma or significant occurrences, and therefore you see shades of the past, a record of a time a place or happening, like a split in time.
Interesting series, it certainly provokes thought...
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