In the deepest darkest depths of time, and creation. Humans, were created. We know not truly how, or why. But, we do know what we can do with the lives we were gifted. We can thrive like kings, and survive, like animals. But, what will happen to us when we die? We ask this to ourselves, not out of mere curiosity. But, we ask these questions out of love, hate, and reason. Love, for the fact that we will miss what we love. Hate, for what hatred will we leave, or still will be here. Reason, for what your live will lead to. For what you will prosper when you are living, and for what you will bring, when you are not. Death, it is an inevitability. But why, why does it happen. Why does everyone die, but will not truly live. We will never know. For what we do know, this life, that your have acquired. Is valuable, without the life, nothing would be. Darkness would be amongst us. Darkness would be our life. Nothing, would be all we know. Then, why do we live, if all that will happen is that we will always approach death? No one knows. Maybe that is all we know. Maybe all we know is... nothing