The fear of death is the great usurper of life. We dress death in infinite suffering and pain, swathed in a dark cloak of totality. We attempt to hide, yet it always finds us. We try to ignore it, yet its patience always surpasses our own. It is only when we open ourselves completely to life, do we also open ourselves completely to death. Two sides of the same coin, within death there is life and within life there is death. So I ask you, when death comes and your elements scatter to the four directions, what of you then?
