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When we live, we live to be;but not all of us live the same.
Some embrace life; and thrive on it, take it in- willingly and open.
Some fear life- afraid to live the lie concieved to them by society.
some fear death- and spend their entire lives running from it;
trying to hide from what cannot be escaped, cannot be denied.
Some embrace Death- and in either self dicovery or despair-
they seek it, anyway they can.
There are those who cling to their "God" or goddesses;
with the desperate urge to believe in something.
Whether it be hell or heaven, Ecthos,
or some other sort of existance that goes beyond what mere "mortals" can partake, or comprehend.
Some feel that we are the only ones, some know the truth; or their version of it.
Who is to say what lies on the horizen of understanding it all.
Can we ever know the truth? Perhaps as we lie on Death's bed;
the secret that has always eluded us, comes clean;
the answer revealed as the layers of ignorance are stripped away.
Or perhaps as we wait, our last breath drawing near...
we end the chapter of our life, never knowing the truth-
for our thoughts ended...and the answer never came-
for it didn't exist in the first place.