There's this giant eye. And all around, people look up at it. The eye looks at you, unendingly, never breaking it's hold. But when you look at it, you simply see yourself, smiling, smiling back down at you. When we look at the eye, our necks begin to crane... the bones begin to ache. Our mouths contort, pouting our lips, hiding our teeth. Our eyes roll upward. The eye shows us many things. We see the hope of a bright, smiling future. We see the life we want to lead. The frien

A friend and I used to believe that sleep was as close as you could get to death without actually dying. We tend to look at death as being this great unknown... something nobody has really seen and nobody can speak about with any authority. We marvel at this distant threshold and the wonder of what lies on the other side. It's impossible for us to imagine that it could be just nothingness, after all. How can one even conceive of it? An unreality. Something our consciousness c