Celebration of life

At the thought of my death, I imagine a feeling of absolute liberation, sinking into the light somewhere beyond, where neither light nor time is tangible and yet so full. I try to remember my death every day. The more I know she's here with me, the more present I become with my thoughts and emotions. I perceive it with the same weight as life itself. Present, emotional, ritual. I would like people to love each other after my death, to dance on my grave and celebrate my life, not to get stuck over the grief and hopelessness of the situation. video link: https://vimeo.com/manage/videos/715264714