I am not this fragile body.
I am in this body. My brain is of this body. While my mind & soul exists within and beyond. This act of writing these words transfers the self from within to beyond.
If I am not this fragile, then what am I? A living sentient existential human being with a yet to be revealed shelf life. Don’t sit on this, that or any shelf waiting for your expiration date. Time, life and living is a one street. Only time exists forever. Each moment vanishes forever into the next. Gone forever.
Since life is a dead end street, it is up to you to make your street broad and long.
This is not the end.