SHACK 789 PROOF

Malit

One of the many spurious ways I tend to make or manufacture that I am an alive person is through the physical, the doing and flesh reality, the biological man. The mystery of life and death and is this mortal coil really me and its frailty in old age and its tendency to diseases, fear and emotional instability and wondering if there really is life after death.

So I am really asking who am I if the body passes and if there is any proof beforehand? It seems that constant distraction would seem to indicate that whilst I am preoccupied and doing I am proving to myself I am alive. Yet there is this background nuance, faint and yet slightly tangible to my mind that all this frantic activity to keep the flesh alive is me, yes it needs maintenance in  order to be comfortable and not in pain and immobility, certainly that is important, yet there is this nagging thought / feeling this is not me as an actual being, but a visitor that is experiencing an extraordinary life and is temporarily cocooned in a vehicle and the mystery of this apparent demise of the cocoon and its fearful presumed end and annihilation is meant to be in order for the visitor to realise its own essence when apart from the cocoon.   

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