I could be killing you right now.

You could be killing yourself.

Or you might already be dead.

The actions and decisions you make now could affect your life forever. A scene in the future: You're sitting in a wheelchair, remembering the past. A thought comes to mind, "I remember that post I read, a long time ago. What a strange post." And right then, a heart attack will strike you down from the stress caused by thinking that very thought.

Just by reading this, you may have sealed your own fate. Or a joke you heard the other day, remembered in the far future when your heart isn't so strong, might kill you. Or even the thought of an old friend might be your downfall.

Anything you do could lead to your death. Nowhere is safe. Time flows, and you with it, and when it reaches your stop, you have to get off. It's inevitably set from our births. You may have already made that fatal error, already done something that will cause you to die. You'll never know, at least not conciously. You might have a strange, foreboding horror deep within your mind, a product of divine inspiration and foresight, that predicts your death.

So if this kills you, I'm sorry. But it had to be done, and it was inescapable.