A book questioned; do you think the sun ever gets tired of rising after it falls? And I do get that the sun in question is the person who has that big of an impact on someone. But again, so humane of a question. For someones, some things, that are so arbitrary we do have a lot of faith in the concept of someone writing a fate for us as if we matter. Are we not annihilated by thoughts? So extinguishable as creatures yet with such high hopes just to be known. Immortality is just your remembrance of whatever legacy you want to leave behind because ultimately death does come. As a shroud that takes you in an embrace, to a concept of either some place or as just rested. Gone. Lost. Changed. Mourning is how you stay tethered to love still. The grief and the pain belong to those who get left behind. Death has no meaning no reason. It is just an is and then was. There are no promises of something after, yet we base our life around it. In want of a heaven, we ...