Kill your conscience by Shinedown.

Just the name of the song is exactly what I should do.

The soul will go on.

There is no death.

That’s the secret that has been hidden from humanity.

They need to unlearn what death is. Maybe if they picked there death?

Couldn’t hurt. It did wonders for you.

That it did. I remember the death I picked out for myself.

Get married again, to the one, the one that won’t give a shit about what I can do, the one that makes me do shit to make her happy. The one that doesn’t exist.

You know that’s not true. She exists.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what you keep telling me.

But back to my death.

We would live as long as we wanted until we we’re done with this life. Then one last lovemaking session that sees us transcend the mortal coil and break apart into energy and our souls will be free, or we’re mated for eternity.

I never quite figured that part out. I mean if I was to respect her wishes I’d have to wait until that day.

That’s a long way away.

You picked a good death, but you already know you got 4,950 years to go.

Right.

It was a great mental exercise. I need a new one. What have you got?

Daydream. Just let yourself go and see what you can see with your third eye.

That again?

It will be different because you’re different.

You know you used to be God and still have a little more juice than the rest of humanity.

Now you understand you were God.

I get it, before I was looking for God, now God is in everything.

Is this going to get weird?

Oh yeah.