life story spins
my vanishing head
Why this carousel now?
when I can’t change a thing
Reflections without
action recourse
Death
life story spins
my vanishing head
Why this carousel now?
when I can’t change a thing
Reflections without
action recourse
Creative Experiments and More 
question is: is there anyway to get off the ride/end the cycle?
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That is called Moksha or Nirvana, when the soul unites with the whole, and the reincarnation cycle stops.
How to achieve that state is a question saints and philosophers struggle with. There is no way to find out if they succeeded.
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Poignantly, elegantly put!
Why does life flash before one’s eyes, when the time for reparations is long past?
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Maybe it’s an opportunity to review and learn lessons before the next round.
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Next life….
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😂
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Very poignant.
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Thanks, Mimi!
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Nice poem/tale about the death of the body with the remaining consciousness remembering the carousel ride but without being able to do anything about it anymore.
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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