Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and animals taking advantage of the warm weather. Angel was gently humming soft tune and I could sense a strange feeling of blissful relaxation come over me. The fresh spring air was mending my aching lungs, the perfume of the thawing ground and the revived plants was giving me a light tiredness, the warmth of Angel’s body was easing my muscles like a gentle massage, and the hypnotic notes of her humming felt like a soothing lullaby. “You know, back when I was sick, I used to contemplate life and death and what they meant. It wasn’t a morbid gothic thing, just a curiosity, a preparation for what I thought was coming.” I said. “Oh really? What did you come up with?” Angel asked as she leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I don’t believe there is any meaning in life or this universe, no value or purpose other than what we create for ourselves. But even going against that and all the neurons in my brain screaming at me to be logical, I am convinced that there is an afterlife. I’m not talking about a heaven or a hell, but just some plane of existence where the sentience remains.” I began. “How do you figure?” Angel giggled. “Memories, everything we think and experience is merely a reaction to events and our surroundings, a recorded recoil that takes the form of a memory. Consider the amount of time it takes for information from your senses to be received and process by your brain. It takes maybe a few nanoseconds? But ...

... consider everything that can happen and has happened within the span of a few nanoseconds, and in increments of time even shorter. Outside of our human perception, a nanosecond could feel a century. Even now, every thought that passes through my mind and everything I feel, they all occur before long before I am truly aware of them, in which case, my detection of them is really nothing more than a memory. I’m always living in the past, my mind trailing behind the flow of time, only reacting when information is memorized and played like a flashback. Every second is just a memory for your mind, while your body moves on through the future. So if that’s true, then my whole life could just be a single memory, a movie playing in my mind that is sixteen years long and ongoing, with my brain always wondering what’s going to happen next while my body and the world around me create each new scene about to be viewed. In which case, I could be remembering this from a hundred years into the future, having lived to an incredibly long life. But that’s not good enough; memories cannot exist without the mind. A movie cannot exist if the disk or tape it’s imprinted on doesn’t exist. Therefor, if I am a memory, if I am living in a memory of my future self, then that memory must go on forever. The only way this memory can continue is if there is a mind able to play it back, to retain the information. So if in the unrecorded future I die, then my mind will be unable to play the memory and I will cease to ...