Sages preach of "knowables" and "unfathomables", but I perceive it to be a cognitive game since my attention is always fixated on patternized characteristics and sceneries.
I've known and loved myself enough to know not to invest my thoughts or actions in impulses Yet from time to time, I tolerate myself.
Life might be identified as unknowable but we all live and die, consumed by a spectrum of unnecessary emotions and intense analyses to finally, ironically, conclude that death is punishment. So, we befriend God like deceitful hypocrites, seeking immortality and monetary advantage.
Still, many believe in the procedure of acquirement through encounter.
Perhaps if you go further for once, you might find human alternatives locked in unusual dispositions, veiled, yet waiting to be discovered.
Death only happens to those who have merit, and what happens in the unknown is never open to analysis, for what stops death is awareness.