When I consider the value of a human life it terrifies me. How do you actually capture what is lost when a person dies?

The thoughts I’ve thunk. The sights I’ve seen. The feelings I’ve felt. Every sensation I sensated. Infinite isn’t the way I’d describe the richness of my world because I experienced every single one of my experiences. There have only been so many of them, and they were all mine.

Knowing this is true for everybody else is overwhelming.