I wonder what it’s like to die. I wonder how i’m going to die. I wonder why, knowing that we’re going to die, we’re not all freaking out more than we are. I guess because we’re not all going to die at the same time. I read once that women, after giving birth, have a special chemical released in their brain that makes them forget how painful it was so that they have morechildren. Maybe we have a chemical that makes us just afraid of death enough to go to work but not afraid of death enough to not go to work.