Why am I the only one who seems concerned at all with death?  It is the most inevitable of states.  Is it to be embraced?  If life is a series a little events we create to distract us from the inevitable, why delay that inevitability with mindless trivialities?

But if I die, let it be on my own terms.  Not embalmed, to awaken with acid coursing through my veins, nor cremated, to find myself sealed within an agonizing pyre.

Are there any terms which are our own?  No.  Death controls them all.

There is no Alpha.



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