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Death.  What a vulgar consequence of life!  How can we stand vigil?  I never learned to watch and wait for the inevitable extinguishing of that singular light.  I never wanted to learn to watch the signs of life disappear from the material world.

I exist in two world:  Reality and Fantasy.  That is more than enough to bear.  I’m not sure I can bear with the mortal world also.  That’s a dark place, a place of inevitabilities.  That’s a cold world, a world filled with sick and dying humans.  It’s a world where the Sun comes out for a while only to be driven away by storm.

How should I stand vigil when I never planned on meeting death?