burying your clothes into the ground so that they could start to rot and get that grave scent.
hand that transitioned you?
one's utter helplessness in the face of of disease, decay and ultimately death.
However, I think it's as much age and the realisation that life is just f**king tiring. I'm knackered now, so f**k knows what I'll feel like if I make it to 70.
You realise, of course, that the only intellectually valid path is agnosticism, don't you? Atheism is just as evidence-free a doctrine as religious faith.
overwhelming panic attack or two. I usually deal with it by desperately throwing my arms around my girlfriend in hysterical embrace, which she sometimes finds rather creepy of me.
cocaine off a hooker's titties or something. Are you even fifty yet?