Death is different for everyone and the meaning of death is different for each of us. Death to some is passing and possibly never seeing the person again. For some others it a transformation from one living thing to another. For some others it is passing on to another life, even a life that is interchangeable with ours, and the for rest, it is simply the end of being.
We define death as the end of something. To me, death is the end of a part or a path but the beginning of another.
What is death to you?
I have a bank full of memories, stolen memories and my memories. No longer sure of which is which so I look into every memory bill in search to find my memories. The price of memories, right now no longer worth much until someone is willing to charge because we are always willing to pay, we just don't know it yet. This is my memory banks and I share it with you.
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