A man and death were walking down the street together, around them the peddlers were selling in the synagogue. The President had just announced the destruction of the East. The East said vice a versa.
"You see", spoke Death. "All these people shall fall into my arms, and their breath will become mine."
"Do you know who dies while they are living, can you foresee your new partners?", asked the man.
Death laughed. " I cannot tell you that, but I can say when I am going to die."
"You die?, " gasped the man.
Death chuckled. "Who does not?, I am no hypocrite to my profession."
The man almost burst into laughter, "Will you become a ghost?", he joked.
Death did not smile, and stared long and hard at the man.
"Ghosts are not a laughing matter. They are heroes and villains of strong, strong, will. So strong is their will to return to life. I can only partially hold them back. You only see the shadows of their will...ghosts.".
"I see", said the man."Has anyone ever escaped?" .
Death laughed so hard, the peddlers ran in fear from the holy square. "Are you religious?" smiled Death.
"No", said the man.
"Then don't worry about escape. You should really die soon sir. I would have a great many laughs with you."
The man gulped unconsciously. "You must tell me, How can Death Die?"
"The answer is quite simple" spoke Death. "When everything has come to a point where they cannot die. I shall."
The man frowned.
Death smiled, "Not much help eh?".
Tha man started to get a little nervous. (Who could blame him, you don't meet death every day). "Where do they all go? The dead people?"
Death stopped walking and looked at the man.
The man looked into his eyes. He could not look away. Inside billions and billions of faces drifted and floated. They showed every conceivable emotion and feeling the man had ever seen. Slowly in horror he watched as a familiar face slowly grew larger, and larger. It was his own. As it came forward he almost laughed, but instead he screamed. Then he was inside.
Death walked on alone. His schedule was busy, and he was late for an appointment. As he walked, he began to whistle, then to sing, "The price of some knowledge is death..."
~~~niantar~~~
"You see", spoke Death. "All these people shall fall into my arms, and their breath will become mine."
"Do you know who dies while they are living, can you foresee your new partners?", asked the man.
Death laughed. " I cannot tell you that, but I can say when I am going to die."
"You die?, " gasped the man.
Death chuckled. "Who does not?, I am no hypocrite to my profession."
The man almost burst into laughter, "Will you become a ghost?", he joked.
Death did not smile, and stared long and hard at the man.
"Ghosts are not a laughing matter. They are heroes and villains of strong, strong, will. So strong is their will to return to life. I can only partially hold them back. You only see the shadows of their will...ghosts.".
"I see", said the man."Has anyone ever escaped?" .
Death laughed so hard, the peddlers ran in fear from the holy square. "Are you religious?" smiled Death.
"No", said the man.
"Then don't worry about escape. You should really die soon sir. I would have a great many laughs with you."
The man gulped unconsciously. "You must tell me, How can Death Die?"
"The answer is quite simple" spoke Death. "When everything has come to a point where they cannot die. I shall."
The man frowned.
Death smiled, "Not much help eh?".
Tha man started to get a little nervous. (Who could blame him, you don't meet death every day). "Where do they all go? The dead people?"
Death stopped walking and looked at the man.
The man looked into his eyes. He could not look away. Inside billions and billions of faces drifted and floated. They showed every conceivable emotion and feeling the man had ever seen. Slowly in horror he watched as a familiar face slowly grew larger, and larger. It was his own. As it came forward he almost laughed, but instead he screamed. Then he was inside.
Death walked on alone. His schedule was busy, and he was late for an appointment. As he walked, he began to whistle, then to sing, "The price of some knowledge is death..."
~~~niantar~~~