on death...

You believe the day of your departure will be special, that sadness would invade the hearts of everyone. You’d imagine the late night parties would stop in Vegas, that the churches of Rome would ring their bells declaring that a great man has passed away. You’d picture empty markets, deserted theaters and broken flutes. You’re disappointed when you realize that the world would continue after you had left, you never knew you were that easily replaceable. Isn’t it that everyone think they’re the center of the universe? Don’t we all proclaim ourselves the hero of the story? It is because of the humbleness of the moment of your death that you are –for the first time- enlightened. It is ironic, isn’t it? That we live to understand, but we only do when we die.