It is how it is. [ he repeats, a little softer, tearing a piece off of his pastry. well. he knows that feeling, at least. when he died, it was the same. it is how it is, this is how it has to be. ]
Your consciousness just vanishes entirely? There's not somewhere else you exist?
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It is how it is. [ he repeats, a little softer, tearing a piece off of his pastry. well. he knows that feeling, at least. when he died, it was the same. it is how it is, this is how it has to be. ]
Your consciousness just vanishes entirely? There's not somewhere else you exist?