Beauty in Death

Imagine a world that would never end. Picture a life of constant existence without an end. What if your soul was forever condemned to an existence upon this earth, and to never leave it? What would it feel like?

What would it feel like? How would it feel to live an existence that spans the millenia; And continue to do so upon a treadmill of time that sees no end?

If your body could rot and die away and leave you like shell-less slug. Or if you remembered the years long past, and the years beyond that. If you could watch decay, yet live through it.

What would it be like to live through the ages, yet never age? To have a youthfull shell that trancends over the decaying touch of time. To continue your earthly existence forever and never let go of your memories. To remember every detail of life that extends to an infinity of time.

Would life be so much better with no end? Could there be a beginning without there being an ending? Could there be a life without death?

To fully carry life out, it must be ended, for immortality is merely eternal uncertainty. - Dan Mencher

Death is neither good nor evil, right nor wrong, passive nor aggressive. Its nature remains its own. It is finality, having no form, and not needing one. It is a mirror of a man's life.

The man who leads a good life, finds a good end to it. Likewise the man who leads a dark life, leads himself to a dark end.

Thus is the beauty of death. It is life. It is what you make of it.