Is a Viking funeral not such a noble act? Set ablaze a boat full of ambitions, dreams, power and possessions. And cast it into the void. Cast it into acceptance.
Moths crowd a dying flame, they know to embrace it is to die. But death in its light seems better than the abyss beyond. At least here, it seems to matter- that they had lived at all.
We cling to a cross, It's blaze burns our hearts and hands. Some let go. They Run. But soon find the flames more comforting, than the shadows they kept at bay.