Now here's a gruesome thought...
(bear with me)
Since we - each and every one of us -
(except those magicians among us)
are going to die one day,
then we really are the
Rather than being a depressing thought,
this idea has the potential to liberate us
from the fear of living...
of really being alive.
After all, it will too soon be over and then what?
Ok, so the idea is a little rough around the edges...
how to smooth it out?
Perhaps with a question...
What are you waiting for?
There, that's better.