To Life, 'Till Death

~Do you sometimes think of death?
~Sure. Everybody does. 
~Yeah? Like what. What do you think of?
~The final chapter. The end. The farewell. The last stop. Death. What is it like to not exist. Must be like nothing. Nothing at all. I guess we'll never know... 
~Until we die. You mean. 
~Or even when we die - we will not know. Knowing anything is controlling something. Not existing means not controlling, so I think in our death at the very least we know that there would be no control. 
~That's fair.
...
~And life. Do you sometimes think of life?
~All the time. All the time. 
~And?
~And what's true to death is true to life: the quicker we release our need to control - the quicker we'll feel more freedom that we ever imagined. 
~Huh. Well, to life then!
~To life! And 'Till death!
~To life and 'till death!
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