We mourn for Life, and we rejoice in Death.

so i feel the best way,

is to get back at the world with all youve got.

more easier said than done, which is usually the case, but if you dont say it, youll never do it. a riddle in itself, a box within a box. a question to answer another question. all surface is illusion and dont ever believe a television.

i guess the plan is to live for the day, float for the next, drift until you find that spot where your heart is as happy as your mind, and that my friend is a journey we are all on. not the simplicity of calling it that void in your head, something more, something more exotic.

something worth spilling out on this page for, a place we seek much farther than the comfort of our own head, much more complicated than that simple math problem u aced in high school. much more levels of jungle debree than that first kiss. this shit is complicated now, and we are forced to sit here without blinking to try and figure this thing out we so call 'life.' we give a simple rebuttle by saying, 'well life is better than death.' well is it? if i told you a man told me dying was better than living would you believe me? probably not. if someone you knew dearly told you dying was worth the live, and waiting was worth the time, would you believe them? a celebration of death is far more meaningful than a celebration of life. or wait was it the other way around?

we mourn for life, and we rejoice in death. thats how it should be. thats how the world should work. slowly come to a hault this spinning world and start to accelerate in the other direction. mistakes happen, we forgive you sweet green earth. the mind is a jungle, vines intertwining images of death. but we must appreciate death, so far as to, embrace it. for death is as glorifying as life. as i said, hand in hand, the two walk. you cant have one without the other. if we indulge in death, then there is nothing to fear in this crowded earth. appreciate death as much as we do life, for death is the first thing we think of when we are born and life is the last thing we think of when we die.

RFV written in 2005