Death

We all know of Death.  He will eventually meet and know us each.  To be born is to die for all things on earth.  Yet there is no living thing that wants to accept this fact of nature.

Death has traveled from ancient times of long ago to today's world of mass confusion and questioning.  All through the centuries he has kept his dates and appointments.  Time is something which he observes well for  he knows the times that both you and I shall meet with him.  Death knows no justice, and cares not for the aftermath in his wake.  He is thoughtless to the living, yet he will know us each by the end of time.  For when Death has completed his last rendezvous, so shall the earth complete its last orbit.

Only Death, you see, is not the absolute end,  but is a horizon for both the glistening heavens above and the sweltering hells below.