Death is the Second

Before life, nothing mattered. There was no meaning. No value. No emotion. No thought. Noone to observe. No one to name things. No one to care. Just rock and water.

Life is the 1 from zero. Life allows for logic, math, concepts, representations, language, technology, emotions, meaning, and all the rest that we fight for.

Life without death is boundless like the universe.

If life is the first thing that mattered, then death is the second.

Without death, life would not know loss.

Death creates competition, speed, and endurance.

Knowledge of death creates urgency, planning, and consideration.

Death forces procreation and adaptation.

Without death, there would be only very old single-celled bacteria. Maybe not? Maybe, there are other reasons to reproduce? 

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The luscious leaves of the trees,

With shades of green they breathe,

Although alone together they stand.

Wonderous shapes silhouette in the night,

Wisdom excretes out of the pores of their might,

United in truth with roots drenched in history.

Demanding growth and existence,

Seeds the chain's resistance,

Vertical expansion seeking sustenance.

Horizontal limbs like arms to the sea,

Dancing to the symphony of a breeze,

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Fear is Like a Balloon

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Fear is like a balloon.

Inflated by a mind consumed.

The skin fills until taught and thin.

Then it pops and the ghosts begin.

Frightened to death but not at once.

A scare to panic the noble dunce.

The deceit convincing enough to feel.

Although it's fake the ghosts are real.

Panic leads to a confused ideal.

Brandished swords made of broken steel.

A castle built on sand to be.

When forced to name the ghosts you see.

Control the mind to ease the flow.

To see the truth the mind must slow.

To rid ourselves of lies we knew.

Ghosts fade away to something true.