Man may rule the world,
but He cowers before the certainty
of death
Men often sh-sh-shudder in contemplation
Of that doorway, that potential
- void,
they fear their existence will cease in
one.
lonesome.
moment.
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
I fear the harbinger of death.
That is, I fear dying.
To burn, drown or bleed out,
to be drawn, hung, and/or quartered,
that I fear far more than the unknown.
The unknown is the New World, the New Life.
The unknown is the final frontier,
-at least the next, or so I pray!
When our bodies give way to age and decay,
if we continue to exist,
Hell be damned!
for I shall rejoice.
To clarify, my dear reader,
I see death not as an end,
but a means to end.
The end that is understanding.
Of the world, of life, of existence, of reality.
But I think ne’er shall I find such an answer,
as to finally settle my mind.
Not until death shall my mind rest easy.
I shall live my life in that pursuit,
foregoing all else until I burn out.
The truth will set me free.
