How can we call death-about which we know nothing- the opposite of life, when we barely comprehend life itself?

I remember that Charles Schulz, at the end of his life, had eyes full of tears for Charlie Brown. I thought about the reason for all his emotion: he had lived for 50 years with them.

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.

To live (as I understand it) is to exist within a conception of time. But to remember is to vacate the very notion of time. Every memory, no matter how remote its subject, takes place 'Now,' at the moment it's called to the mind. The more something is recalled, the more the brain has a chance to refine the original experience. Because every memory is a re-creation, not a playback.

When I was a young artist, I liked and was interested in belonging to the mainstream comics group. I didnt introduce myself as an author, but only as a designer.

How can we call death-about which we know nothing- the opposite of life, when we barely comprehend life itself?

The way the function dictates the form... elegant lines... nothing extraneous... this shoe perfectly expresses the essence of shoeness.