Riley: What happens?
Erin: What?
Riley: When we die. What happens?
Erin: Yeah, what the fuck happens?
Riley: So what do you think happens when we die, Erin?
Erin: Speaking for myself?
Riley: Speaking for yourself.
Erin: Myself. My self. That's the problem. That's the problem. That's the whole problem with the whole thing. That word, "self." That's not the word. That's not right, that isn't...That isn't. How did I forget that? When did I forget that?
The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons. Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside, & I thought I'd despair or feel afraid, but I don't feel any of that. None of it.
Because I'm too busy. I'm too busy in this moment. Remembering. Of course. I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star. This matter, this body is mostly just empty space after all, & solid matter? It's just energy vibrating very slowly & there is no me. There never was.
The electrons of my body mingle & dance with the electrons of the ground below me & the air I'm no longer breathing. & I remember. There is no point where any of that ends & I begin. I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self.
My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. I was before them & I will be after, & everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain. & I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, & I'm returning.
Just by remembering, I'm returning home.
& it's like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it's always been a part. All things...a part.
All of us...a part.
You, me and my little girl, & my mother & my father, everyone who's ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every star, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach. & that's what we're talking about when we say "God." The one. The cosmos & its infinite dreams.
We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It's simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I'll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams.
But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once. There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It's a wish. Made again, & again, & again, & again, & again, & again, & on into eternity.
& I am all of it. I am everything. I am all.
I am that I am.
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"Sparrows... In the Bible it says, "The sparrow will not fall to the ground, not even a sparrow, without God knowing." He feels every death."
One of the best scenes in the show-- like what?? A waterfall?-- thats so powerful???
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how to recognise a mike flanagan show:
1. people saying 4 pages of dialogue to another person who will stare back at them, looking devastated
2. mike flanagan's wife looking unbelievably hot
3. gay activity
4. carla gugino scaring the shit out of someone
5. just the worst gore you have ever seen. only for a few seconds. but christ it will stay with you
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I respect Mike flanagan for casting his own wife as the hottest baddest sexiest bitch in every single TV show he makes
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When you鈥檙e too catholic to notice you鈥檝e become a vampire <3
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I might have to block Mike Flanagan bc if by some unholy chance he ever sees what I鈥檝e posted about father Paul it鈥檚 all over for me
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I couldn't get this image out of my head so here please take it.
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