What is the greatest thing
that ye can experience?
Indeed, it is the hour..
of great contempt.
The hour when
even thy happiness
is naught but loathsome
unto you..
And thou art spiraling
into the loving arms..
of Death.

What is so great
about this dreadful hour,
I hear ye ask..
It’s great because,
as all things,
it does not persist
forever.
For, in truth,
The All that lives
right now
is doomed to pass.

How would there be
a chance for it
to undergo its
metamorphosis
into The All
still greater..
Stronger in spirit,
body, mind, and will..
If it were not for Death
which shatters
all that’s weak about it
in the present..
by act of mercy
of allowing
its heart muscle
to surrender..
to the dark
and moonless night..
of going still.