Mortals trying to figure out death is synonymous with mortals trying to figure out life: they can't. Their theories of "good guy" or not, or that flicker spark of 'am I a god who can forgive on behalf of others?', is remedial and drivel. The assurances that everything will be okay, or even an in-between space between death and what comes next wherein people tell you that everything will be okay, is Pollyanna at the Apocalypse. Pontifications in relaxed and hip vernacular are not even an interesting perspective, let alone intellectually stimulating. What is personally interesting here is that I lost a personal acquaintance amidst even writing this review, and I am damn sure that none of this b******t transpired over the past 24 hours!
Review of Mister Limbo
