Ever since the moment we were born we've been closer to death, a giant hand from out of the sky turned over a symbolic hourglass and watch the sand drop. Noone knows how long or how much sand it contains. But we are certain the grains will eventually make their way to the bottom, and each grain represents each of us. We all died a little today and tomorrow we'll die a little more. Most people call that living, but how much of a living can dying be? And some half-full people will balk at my half-empty glass mentality, that's not the point, because either way that glass will be shattered into a billion tiny fragments to seal no water nor earth, what was the cause of death?.......... Birth
