If death is morningless sleep
As Epicurus taught
The mind might quest this quietude
Or distressed become distraught

To sleep forever and ever
Eternity an endless Night
Without a wakefulness
Nor things working out alright

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 know for sure
Our minds become quite mythic
Some see braindeath degeneracy
Some see sacred symbols -
     both human and hieroglyphic