A point in the right direction
...planet up, kill all in process, and never be forced to tell children that one day the will die, and nothing can change that, no matter how hard they try, no matter how good or evil they be? Was that even a question? Is anything? Is everything? "Is" comes from "be". Another interesting twist. Do you think graves are cold? Which is better, the summer or the winter? Temperature-wise, I mean. Fry or freeze. Ashes or worms. Man is not wine. Older is worse. Or so it seems. But remember any of your "normal" days. Or nights. Recall how many times you thought to yourself that this is as bad as it gets. Let me reassure you, it can get only worse. Before you're dead and buried, prepare to be devoid of many things. Teeth. Crouching. Running. Intelect. Friends. Family. Love. Hate. Prepare for a world of indifference. The way it was – no one cared for you before you were born. And no one cares for you when you die. Only now, no one gives a fuck about you even before you die. You'll probably end up in some home, with bitchy nurses wiping your ass and then your mouth. Visits from children? More like, visits from Mr.Arthritis. Frequent ones. And then they bury you. You'll get a s...