the unilluminated

Because that’s what death is. Where the sun don’t shine. An un-illuminated image that creeps up and cuts the ties that bind us in one cold, sharp swing.
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I’m not a morbid person. It’s mortality that fascinates me. Life is what it is because it’s fleeting. Temporary. Transient. It wouldn’t be half as poignant if we were stuck with it for eternity.

My grandmother once told me she didn’t understand how people could write about death all the time and not be consumed by its ugliness. But the truth is, death isn’t ugly. It just IS. And it’s the only real thing humanity has in common. The being-born bit doesn’t matter so much because it’s not part of our consciousness. It gave us what we got. That’s all.

It’s not how we started but where we’re going that’s important. And the story is in the getting there.