We sprawled on the grass like waves of the universe while death stood above us in a sparkling robe. Warmly he caressed our cheek and sung; I'm ready when you're ready. Forever simply cannot wait, for when we die we are not soil in the ground but stardust amongst galaxies upon galaxies. Oh what a beautiful privilege it is that many are so afraid of- not peaceful death itself but the unimaginable eternity thereafter. The strands of the sky, the bleeding rain, the blowing leaves and painful love, this is what become of those who fear not. These are the ones who jumped off the highest pyramids of the world and yelled I AM INFINITE.