If death is morningless sleep
As Epicurus taught
The mind might quest this quietude
Or perhaps recoil at such a thought

To sleep forever and ever
Eternity an endless night
For some the ultimate rest
For others an image of fright

To sleep perchance to dream
This thought gave even Hamlet pause
What dreams may come indeed
When we escape Time's finite laws?

Impossible to say for sure
Our minds become quite mythic
Some see Plato's noble lies
Some see sacred symbols - both human and hieroglyphic.