Man may rule the world,

but He cowers before the certainty

of death

Men often sh-sh-shudder in contemplation

Of that doorway, that potential

- void,

they fear their existence will cease in

one.

lonesome.

moment.

Not with a bang, but a whimper.

I fear the harbinger of death.

That is, I fear dying.

To burn, drown or bleed out,

to be drawn, hung, and/or quartered,

that I fear far more than the unknown.

The unknown is the New World, the New Life.

The unknown is the final frontier,

-at least the next, or so I pray!

When our bodies give way to age and decay,

if we continue to exist,

Hell be damned!

for I shall rejoice.

To clarify, my dear reader,

I see death not as an end,

but a means to end.

The end that is understanding.

Of the world, of life, of existence, of reality.

But I think ne'er shall I find such an answer,

as to finally settle my mind.

Not until death shall my mind rest easy.

I shall live my life in that pursuit,

foregoing all else until I burn out.

The truth will set me free.