The only thing we can hope for in death is peace — the tranquil bliss granted for no longer carrying on. One can only assume this is what will truly be waiting on the other side. A break from the madness. A break from the sayings and doings… a break from failure, a break from loss, et cetera et cetera. Imagine how peaceable. A world bereft. What left? When there is nothing left what doth consider? Spinning like that? Spinning forever?