Life is to me as would be a slice of cake.
In ten years i will not have the slightest recollection of eating the cake, although that concept would not put me off from devouring the slice with an utmost ferocity. The end of life is as would be the end of the cake; the last few bites sorrowful, for you know it is almost finished.
Lets get into some other, more creative aspects with it.
What if you were told that by throwing the cake away, you could be granted eternal cake. An… Continue