It surrounds us in it's ever growing
silent darkness. It calmly envelops us in
it's ever growing circle of pitch black
oblivion. We become that which in the
depths of our hearts we fear the most.
We cling to our memories as steadfastly as
we savor our last sweet breath of air
Not understanding this dark
oblivion is not unlike a caterpillar's
cocoon, as it opens to deliver us unto a
new light. Like the butterfly breaking
into flight, we soar into a new existance.
Free of fear, anger, pain and hostilality.
Ready to follow the path of lifes endless
William C. Moyers