To be the last person on earth...imagine, talking with trees, stones, clouds, sea. If today was my last day on earth I would paint, meditate, write and cry and dance and love.
Each day closer to death, we struggle for breath, to breathe fully, clearly, wholly. The answers are all around us. How to live fully, completely, devotedly?
If no one else remains, what is the point?
- To give back to the Universe - To be one with the All - To live and love fully in each moment
These things matter.
There is no point, really. Just Be-ing.