programchaos

Why do we die? Why do such caring and loving people still meet the same end as the murderers and rapists and thugs? Why do our cherished loved ones drop off the face of the Earth seemingly at random? I hate this. I hate death. All of life is a challenge towards death and like an unfair opponent, everyone succumbs. I spit at death.I will drown it in my bloody tears. I will claw its eyes out with my dying strength. I will suffocate it with the weight of my heavy bones. I want to give the dying strength and vision beyond their pain but I dont know how. I would take the frightened and the old and hold them and wipe away their fear, showing them that all is light and all will be with them again. Are we merely frightened animals, caught in the cosmic head-lights? Why this fate?