Of all the world's most precious gifts material wealth can't buy a single breath of putrid air, the moment that you die. But thoughts endure across the gulf of unspanned death and life. So living minds convey the power, of passion, love and strife. Ten thousand years or longer If this be writ in stone some minds can know our struggle can feel and hear us moan. Life begins simple enough.
Life ends simple enough.
In some unknown distant past to some unknown distant future We are all linked together in a great circular chain, Whose only beginning or end is ourselves, If we do not emanate beyond ourselves.