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

Eternity asleep
A kind of Eternal Night
Some might be relieved
Others filled with fright

To sleep perchance to dream
Ah! this thought gave even Hamlet pause
For what will become of us
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 signs:

      Both human and hieroglyphic.