why is everyone promised it? why is life so easily extinguished and replaced with such an unlikely and hollow remembrance? the 'gift' of life is so unequally distributed, while its counterpart waits shrouded for the percise moment when the water runs dry and the whiteness turns to grey, to choke and smother and keep (or so it seems) for an unimaginable turning of time. are we promised it because it frees us from the enslavement of light that constantly blinds us and burns us and forces us to gasp and struggle for a meaningless gulp of molecular compound that is to be recycled by the nature from we came from? do we fear it as a suprise or as something that could bring us liberation?