Someone once said that we die twice-- First, when we take our very last breath. The flame on our candle goes out as we Transition between life and death.
But then comes our second dying. It’s similar but not the same. That death occurs when someone for The very last time says our name.
So where are extinguished flames? What happens to the morning dew? What effect does speculating Have upon our point of view?
Life has many questions to ponder. I wonder if such thoughts are freeing: Knowing that we once had been And not remaining attached to being.