Prologue

Many believe that mankind's greatest fear in the world is death. We know nothing
about it, except the fact that no one can escape it. To every beginning there is
always an end. What goes up must come down. The opposite of left is right.
Where there's good there's always bad. Love and hate. *Life and death.*

But what is it *really* about death that we fear? The pain? The loss? The emptiness?

Or back to the original point of not knowing anything about it? Is it of the
*unknown?*

What we don't know can hurt us, right?

Part of the reason why humankind dominates over the rest of the animals is the
ability to question and *really* think. We defy instincts. Sure we feel it, but instead
of diving in headfirst we question it. Should I? Should I not? Yes or no? Why or
why not? It is this behaviour itself that has enabled us to evolve from simple
primates to what we are today. Our ability to think rationally.

But with death, there *is* no answer. We face the unknown.

A word often associated with being in the dark. When our eyes are closed all we
see is black. What could possibly be any scarier than being *alone* in the dark?

What if someone took your light away? What if you lost everything? Everyone you
loved, everything you hated, everything you wanted, needed, hoped for - everything?

What if you were so alone?

Darkness becomes your greatest fear because even with death, afterlife or not, we are
at least promised some kind of peace, some kind of solitude. Even in the depths of
oblivion. But to be truly alone, and forever?

The Dark.

It's the last place you want to be.