The Other Dreamless Sleep

Let us pay obeisance to Eternal Death, the final arbiter of all human conflicts, the Grand Equalizer, and the one certainty that can be relied on in every person’s life. It is the Capstone of the Final Work, a fathomless intrigue, a bottomless well of possibility.

Should we meet it with tears of opprobrium? Or shivering in the dark, the weight of all our years telling heavily upon the lines and grooves etched into our faces by the ticking of the clock? No.

Should we slink in its grim shadow, trying to slip the tether of its Seven League chain; hoping against hope for miracles and magic nostrums to stave off what, finally, is inevitable? No.

Should we cower and tremble and offer paltry excuses, bargain and plead for its favors, broker a few minutes more time, sift through the pleasures of yesterday, and yearn, finally, for some cosmic reprieve that can never come?

No, no, a thousand times, no!

Instead, let us go to our death stoically, unafraid, with neither a smile nor a frown, but with a cold, inscrutable expression to defy the best efforts of fear to nullify our reason and sense of self. Let the heavens quake at our ruthless acceptance of What Is To Be, that we may stand, with heads “bloodied but unbowed” before the Judgement Seat of Father Time, not in arrogance or defiance, but in Acceptance; passionless, cold, boldly analytical, and Beyond Fear.