We are gone in an instant. As at the same instant we were

conceived. Nothingness and existence are linked by the blink of the

eye. It may be short and pain free. It may be long and unbearable.

Every time we breath. We don’t realize. It’s an instant of dying and

living. We can not live without breathing. As we know.

Well, the second hand leaves behind the last one and hits the next one

that is as brief as the last one. And we call those…minutes…hours…

days…and years. And then that day when your time comes…

the clock in the wall sounds exactly as the time you were born.

If you’re lucky, there will be others attending your demise with love.

Or…interest. Depending on the estate you leave behind. Yes.

But that doesn’t matter now to you at all. You hope your loved ones

will get their corresponding share. And then you close your eyes slowly.

And the hands of your loved ones hold your hands in theirs.

There is an invisible shadow next to you. It’s Peace, coming to get you.

To the place of Nothingness where you once belonged.

Sweet brother. Don’t worry. I shall see you there to play our guitars and

sing.

EO