I think the urge to settle down and get married varies according to the individual. I was 34-35 when I first started thinking about settling down, and proposed.
Big mistake. Not the age, the person. Now, I'm more about patience and finding the right person than limiting my options by being desperate to settle.
I want to marry my best friend. It's the Aquarius in me. When I find her, both of us will know.
I've "almost" died twice. "Almost" being a qualifier to refer to quantum probabilities. I'm sure, in some universes, I'm as dead as a doornail. But not here, where I exist now.
Each time, the world I returned to was markedly different from the world I left. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, there is much more to our consciousness than what we can accurately perceive.
Time ceases to have any meaning at the quantum level, as does the concept of space. Our consciousness exists in this quantum realm, and thus is only bound by the things we visualise as reality.
"When the doors of perception are cleansed, then we will see things as they truly are, infinite."-William Blake
Life after death-I'm not sure about that. It depends on your definiton of the word "Life".
One thing I do know, from the discipline of science, is that energy cant be created nor destroyed, only its form changed. I believe my consciousness to be a form of energy.
Do we continue on after death? In some form without a doubt. Angels and choirs and heaven, however, I don't fancy as being anything more than allegory and wishful thinking.
Give me a pint of Murphy's and a shot of Glenfiddich.
Strange. It was a week or so ago I said I couldn't find Murphy's around here. Then, after golf on Monday, we went to a new sports pub, and I was able to try it.
Only time will heal the world, The hate will fade, the tide will turn. Forget-me-nots will finally forget, The day the orchids wilted from the greed, That poisoned the land and every seed.
So long a time, in human terms, But barely a blink for the rocks and trees, And the birds, flowers, and bees. We may fade, and good riddance to some, The fakir, the sailor, the dharma bum. But never think our time was a waste, For in us does God the world taste.
Angels cry, our potential stays an acorn, Trapped in the sandy soil of our fears. And angel tears rain on our hearts, The breath of God in the wind and sea. What short time, and precious, to be.
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Bon anniversaire! 
RE: Finish this line: "When In Doubt........"
Sleep in.