Who can navigate human frailty? For we place a veil that hides true being. We garner trappings to buffer our deepest desires and feelings. Come what may we are never really real.
Death exposes this charade. For it is final and there is no going back. What passed, passed without knowing. We inhabit a world through a fleeting glimpse. Never fully committing. Life is a realm where we skim the veneer. Existence evades us while we chase what is beyond us. All too soon all too readily we are dust.