Length of days

I dreamt that I and my dream husband the Reverse Flash (!) crossed paths with a whole set of people who were truly, beginning of time onwards, immortal.

They had a different awareness of time than the rest of us, even speedsters. Something more like in Arrival, where all the moments had happened, but in a branching and multiple way. So they were aware of multiple timelines. And in every single one of them, these people lived literally forever.

And they were insufferable condescending pricks to the rest of us.
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I woke up and talked myself into the very firm conviction that an acceptance of risk and even an acceptance of mortality as a possibility is a necessary part of living a full and creative life and connecting to other people.

Which is not a novel conviction, but is somewhat in contradiction of my usual approach, given the panic attacks etc.

But I'd rather have the infinite potential of a life that is going to run into risks and problems and eventual endings, than the limits that limitless length of days put on them.




... in theory at least.

In practice I'm staying home until I get a better idea.

But I'm going to think about it harder.