How helpless we’re when it comes to death. Sure we could know all the details of beginning of life, how it all started. But how do you define death; Black? Void? Nothing?
We can discover only what had happened, never what will happen. So is the case, no one know what happens after one dies.
What it feels when you’re dying? Not dead not alive, somewhere in between your final destination. Is it like falling in bottomless pit? Flying in absolute blackness? Burning on sun? Freezing on ice? Or just lying still in somewhere of nowhere? Or you cease to feel any feelings?
How is the way to heaven/hell(if you believe)? Thru highways with country side view? Or thru void? What are you driven on? Or Teleported?
What to become of dead? Is it like fallen leaves, waiting for wind to blow? Or waiting to become part of some heap, then getting burnt to ashes? What after turning into ash? Become damp by dews? Or running in water currents of pouring water? Floating in dry air; Totally helpless.
Can any metaphor would ever do justice to death?
