and yet....
It is possible to defraud the reaper. A man can scatter the seeds of his imagination during his lifetime among the people around him, and immmortalise his essence.
It is far more cruel then, to starve a man of the opportunity to express his identity then to cut his throat.

deathly serious dept.
Death lurks at every corner. It is the curse of mortals and possibly their only salvation. Yet we are so oblivious to it, until it strikes sudden like a malicious viper gliding in the grass and takes a living man in its grip.
And yet the venom persists and festers even after the dead are only a figment of our imagination. Because with death, also die memories and words and emotions and a host of other components that make us individual sentient beings. It is only with sudden realisation that you internalise the fact that part of you is dead forever, too.