Life and Death Life.
Death.
Is that all there is?
Around and around, on and on,
Questions chasing answers chasing questions.
There are no certainties in life.
Death is not all-powerful.
Life is not all giving.
Logic and reason offer little consolation in the face of Death, despair, isolation.

There are many ways to die. The most obvious is the Death of the body, of the mind. A purely physical Death, most fear it more than the others, for they know not the horrors brought upon by the subtler forms of Death. Death of the spirit. A loss of all sense of religion. Perhaps the most tragic form taken on by Death. It leaves its victims alone; no god or savior is there to help them. It is the removal, the absence, of all hope of a better thing. It strips away a humans one powerful trait, the ability to keep going in the face of impossibility. They know for absolute certainty that Death is an end. But what if it is really the beginning? The story starts at the end, it flows backwards through time. Like the legendary wizard, the end comes first. Knowledge of the end is definite. The start, the beginning, is uncertain. Is it the start or the end? What is a beginning? Cannot a beginning also be an end? Cannot, then, and end really be just a beginning? Death can also take another form. Death of one’s true self. This Death is perhaps the most common. One conforms to another’s beliefs, thoughts, ideas, perceptions. They forget that their own feelings are equally important as those of the person they want to impress. It may seem quick and painless, but it is still Death. Death of the heart. Why must the ones we love cause us so much pain? You promise to be together, stay together, remain together, always. You didn’t. Now you are left standing alone, wishing, hoping, praying, needing them to come back, to be ok, to tell you everything is going to be fine. They don’t. Life is not eternal. Death is but for an instant. Life and Death, black and white, yin and yang. Everything and the absence of all. Love, hate, desire, fear, joy, sorrow, excitement, tragedy. Such are the lives we lead. Such are the Deaths we die. Over and over and over and over again. Death strikes, and we are reborn anew. Always continuing, moving forward, toward the end. Your world is flat, you walk and walk and shall someday fall off the side. Death is not certain. Life is eternal. Now, bend your world. Do not give in, allow it to kill you, change you, wound you. It is round. There is no edge. The end is really the beginning. Without one, you could not have the other. All is balanced. Equality. Opposite, yet the same. Good, evil, right, wrong, all is just a matter of perspective. Turn your world. Make the end into your beginning. For inside each and every person, there is a power. A power to defeat the many Deaths. A power to create Life. A power...to change your own life.

Questions and answers and questions again. Searching for truth, for logic, for reality, amongst a sea of people...

  Stopping to start.
     Ending to begin.
       Chaos bringing order.
          Death bringing Life...