The greatest of questions.

We do not care about what life is.

As long as we avoid death.

We do not know what life is.

But we pretend we know death.

One word.

I try to find one word.

To describe what death is.

What does it mean.

Well…

Now that my life is ending…

I believe I understand.

There is no death.

(There was no life either…)

Then why do you cry daddy?