Let me tell you something from the experience I've acquired recently first hand, working without a goal, apart from surviving in the jungle we call modern life, is apparently useless for your soul. No enriching experiences or fun people to chat with, doing the best with the minimum effort, doesn't look good on the resumè of our life we call soul.

Ok, ok, a little step back.

The last memory I have of Earth is that of a plank of wood, my desk to be precise, dangerously coming closer to me, well quite the contrary, actually my face slamming into the messy desk, stationary, paper work file ecc. fling everywhere, and than total emptiness.

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Fun thing, the last article I had read on-line talked about the health risks of too much time staying seated while working, but time is a strict mistress so without a proper diet, physical activity and hours upon hours of work repairing electronic devices, put me in the spot we talked earlier. In other words I died while working from heart failure, and on this grim note the adventure begin.