At times death is the optimum cure to all diseases for all humanity. When living in the valley of death’s shadow, life becomes even cherished although it is mere existence.
We all troubling with all the struggles of the world. We all labor against our cure for death, despite that death itself, is the cure of all diseases. We’re all children of death, hence we neither can’t escape nor hidden from her. She(death)comes on her own will but in honor. It either inaction or peace, but there’s no choice.
She must come, and every soul shall taste her bitter soup... This is our creator’s command and no one shall escape her. Her stroke is as lover’s pinch which hurts and desires.
She permits no one to accomplish anything in this world; in her commingling of eternity with time, for a good man in her. Eternity is seen looking through time.
Life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living, in the sense that our last day does not bring...