September 6th, 1998. The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Death is better than disease.
It is a repulsive thought. Really, how can one possibly fit themselves into a situation in which they have no role, not even as an observer. How can one possibly contemplate a time when one is no more. To the whole idea of death our mind is like a repelling magnet. But, believe it or not, death is the certain end for all of us.