What happens when you die?
Do you drop to the fiery pits of hell?
Do you emerge to heaven above?
Or do you simply sit in the ground for eternity?
Is the great mystery of life, as we know it, death?
Do we live our lives just waiting for the inevitable answer the question of death?
Can we ever be sure of the answer until the our death date?
Me? What do I think about the question of death?
Irrelevant.
Why focus on death when there is life?
Why try to solve the impossible?
What good will come of knowing?
Why focus on the end when we are at the beginning?
And you know what they say about ends?
With every end, comes a new beginning.