You have no control overhow your story begins or ends.But by now, you should know thatall things have an ending.Every spark returns to darkness.Every sound returns to silence.Every flower returns to sleepwith the earth.The journey of the sunand moon is predictable. But yours,is your ultimateART.

And though our roots belong to the same tree, our branches have grown in different directions.

Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimateart.

The dead never truly die. They simply change form.

Pain has a threshold and so does death.

More people have died in the name of religion than any other cause on earth. Is massacring God's creations really serving God - or the devil? And what father would want to see his children constantly divided and fighting? What God would allow a single human life to be sacrificed for monetary gain? Again, the Creator or the devil?

When popular people die, friends or fans only remember them when they die, but rarely during the years leading up to their death or even a week after. We enjoy the latest updates and gadgets, but rarely go back to older versions of something even if it was better. We are a very superficial race. Even animals are more humane than were are.

Each day is born with a sunriseand ends in a sunset, the same way weopen our eyes to see the light,and close them to hear the dark.

Nothing truly dies. All energy simply transforms.