Death, I do impose you have been associated with the probable causes of suffering, in grief, in sadness, in the ambiguity as to when I will end. You present a factor with no set agreement, the time of judgment known exclusively by you and only you. But I, created by a pair, a linkage, a bond, supply hope and conquer the ambivalence you suffice. What springs from you, therefore, is the absence of comfort, tenderness, and longing that I provide. Your fleeting presence so incomprehensible to the naked mind that one may often times greet you with a masked approach, whereas I, am met with humble beginnings and exuberant smiles. Long live I, and long buried are you.
Epistle: Life to Death
January 14, 2012