The Existance of All
Ten million billion world's and each are called home, no planet is ever considered alone. Ten trillion billion species in the galaxies unknown, each one knows the death bell's tone. Through dimensions and stars death is seen by all, even the immortal Suns see others fall. This fear of future is in the heart of life at core, and through all reality it connects us evermore. Loss and pain must be known to one, as to appreciate the beauty of the setting sun. Every man, woman, and creature from the great beyond, will one day face being gone. But that thought is not meant to strike terror and dread, instead thank those who are dead. They pass and you honor them with tears and grace, as memories bring a smile to your tearful face. No matter the creature, as small as a cell or big as a world, will not have this feature. So rejoice in the fact that we all eventually walk the same path, even if it is they are commonly met with wrath.