Ayes And All
There is a point of no return and at the very moment, at the very edge of awareness, when that happens it's all over. Gone are the memories, the photographic memorization of one's life, of the hopes and dreams of what is, was and is to come. If that isn't peace then one surely must be occupying space out in left field awaiting the ball of victory to arrive all the while missing the obvious that the game has long been over with both players and played vacated and vacant. Sometimes, when one calls home there is no answer but for those who are quite established in their own backyard of what use could this little tirade possibly be for?
The undead shuffle their feet in tune to the universe while the living inherit the Earth. Poor souls! Dead and dying cannot compare to the roboustness of immortality in action. So there you have it, ayes and all.