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death is the end of all he had created by living. all of the things in which he had invested his time, resources, and love could no give him a return. the only thing certain about life is that it will end. no matter how much exertion one put into living, the result was only ans always the cessation of the very thing into which he had poured his efforts. no amount of toil could save him from death.
unlike life, all other things continued existing in one form after they ceased existing in another. burned wood becomes char and smoke. boiled water becomes steam. but he had seen consciousness take on no other form after it ceased in the body. animation, thinking, feeling, these are the things that make life. death is made of naught; it is the end of all these things and brings nothing to replace them
