What is this thing called death

– the presence of an absence

 knowable by what it isn’t

– a nothingness to carry us away

into some ‘non-place’ of ‘not being’?

Ask yourself, is death as real as life is real?

Are they complete opposites

in a reality that exceeds language

in which life has yet to be explained?

Then how is death comprehensible

as a final return to nothing

when a greater truth has already cancelled nothingness?

Mike Laidler