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A great man is a powerless mortal, and a fool is a godless imortal.
With no master you ascend death, and its cognitive chains before you can even live. No end before any recognised beging. life is lived by the fearful of dying, To die is to end, and to end is to begin. It is in shadow that you can truly begin to understand the potency of light, one without the other, breaks the value of human understanding, and experience. Therefore the notion cannot truly be comprehended by our vile contemptuous tongues. Mortality gives weight to life, and meaning to each motion we live by. without it we have no purpose, and the great precipice becomes only an edge. we fail to truly live and lust for living. we cannot do for doing, only exist and continue too. you and I are deities of mortality... simple reincarnations of life itself. our strength and arms are humility and death.
The great equaliser, “When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box”.
I think it can be assumed that even great men bow to the whim of all... If every man and woman alive today where asked... "will you spare a king a death, a incontrovertible ending?" they could only answer "why a king?" if you asked "will you spare this beggar death?" some would ask, "Why This beggar?"

We hold each other to an oath to die, that we forge with Fate when we are born into the world. 


"Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,
And spent my little life without a thought,
And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think of me, who never thought of him."
-René Francois Regnier
DE▲TH. (The greatest debt to be collected).