Vita Ipsa

Finis

Something ends, something begins. Death as end and beginning. Limbo where time ceases to exist, what was coexists simultaneously with what will be. Being without being, here, now, tomorrow, always. Melancholy, the banner of memory that keeps us alive. The grief, fire that sweeps the present. The fear, faithful companion of change. The legacy, what we leave when we stop being. From the ashes, life is born. For ever.