I hate that men always think of their past before they die. It is as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive... I only speak from my own cold experience, so often close to death. It is not a shock, many times I deliberate suicide. In the bottom of our mind we all have. The mundane concerns of day to day living would surely tempt you. In despair I offer my withered soul to a mighty god, his mercy and his judgment. I invite death, I think more of it than just a escape from the world. I learned from our many encounters, death reveals itself to be the highest state a life can achieve.
Men have an irresistible urge to give meaning to life.... for the simple fact it has none.
