Yesterday I came the closest to dying that I’ve ever come in my life. My previous closest-to-death experience was when I caught myself falling off some cliffs near but not the Cliffs of Moher. There’s a chance I could have survived that, as I would have crashed into the water and was probably only about 100-125 feet up.
This totally beats that. Probably two inches, at most, from dead.
Really, really, really, really, really, really super dead.
The upside is eternal recurrence, right?
