I got to believe sometimes in that theory that when we should’ve died, our consciousness escapes to a parallel reality.
I have had too many close calls. Statistically, I probably shouldn’t be alive.
This one time my motorbikes front brake seized up as I slowed down to an intersection. I was thrown off my bike and landed as the lane cleared.
Then the time I worked as a glazier and this dipshit dropped a giant pane of glass on his toe, which snapped in half and almost decapitated me.
Then another time I was a half-second away from being t-boned on my drivers side door by someone doing 80km/h, thank you videogames for training my spacial awareness and reaction time.
IIRC, it was Neal Stephenson’s Anathem that had a similar line of thought. It was something to the effect of your consciousness warping to a parallel reality at the moment of death, provided there was a reality where you were still alive.
I got to believe sometimes in that theory that when we should’ve died, our consciousness escapes to a parallel reality.
I have had too many close calls. Statistically, I probably shouldn’t be alive.
This one time my motorbikes front brake seized up as I slowed down to an intersection. I was thrown off my bike and landed as the lane cleared.
Then the time I worked as a glazier and this dipshit dropped a giant pane of glass on his toe, which snapped in half and almost decapitated me.
Then another time I was a half-second away from being t-boned on my drivers side door by someone doing 80km/h, thank you videogames for training my spacial awareness and reaction time.
Quote from “dead like me” “Death is kind of like sex in high school. If you knew how many times you missed having it, you’d be paralyzed.”
“If I knew how many times I missed having dead in high school, I’d be paralyzed”
IIRC, it was Neal Stephenson’s Anathem that had a similar line of thought. It was something to the effect of your consciousness warping to a parallel reality at the moment of death, provided there was a reality where you were still alive.