In the end there will be oblivion. Nothing is real, if you live or die, no one will care, no one will remember you when there is no one on this earth, thinking about life pulls at my heart but thinking about death scares me, but it doesn't matter because in the end we all die and yet we are all still here. Everyone we see will die, and everyone who as died has excaped a hell. But we all build a house, brick by brick, each brick is a peice of you; your sex, your intrests, your religion, everything is just a brick, but if a tornado is to come though will your house still stand? If it is still standing could it make it through another tornado? Because even if it doesn't crumble down, oblivion will still destroy it, so what is the point in running from it?
