We will die. Didn't you know?
Our existence will cease, our bodies will decay, we fade into time, and then into nothing.
Doesn't it irk the mind? Doesn't it itch a scratch?
That simple obvious truth. One day, I hope not a day too soon. For any of us.
Continue, with our strife in strength.
Try, despite the spiral. Hold the tattered remains, believe one day they might be weaved together again. You can never really know, so why not...try. Give it a real go.
Falling isn't so bad, when you remember you know how to get back up.
Isn't that as good a reason as any?
