Death [deth]
(plural deaths)
noun

1. end of being alive: the ending of all vital functions or processes in an organism or cell
2. way of dying: a way of dying
3. an easy death
4. somebody's dying: an instance of somebody's dying
5. end of something: the destruction or extinction of something
6. condition of being dead: the condition or quality of being dead

Example:
["]In death she looked peaceful and composed.["]

Origination:
[Old English dëaþ , from a prehistoric Germanic base that also produced English die]

Range of Use

• at death's door so ill or injured as to be almost dead
• be the death of somebody to cause somebody's death
• beat something to death to repeat something, such as a story or idea, so often that people become bored with it
• cath your death (of cold) to get a very bad cold
• like death warmed over looking very ill
• put somebody to death to execute somebody
• sick to death of something tired of hearing about something or having to deal with it
• to death until somebody or something dies used to add emphasis
• bored to death
• to the death until one opponent in a fight is killed

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And so that we have gotten that over our shoulder's, we have realized that death is the end. Well, what would we consider the beginning? Birth, of course.

So, have you ever given any though to the fact that there is only one major event in your life? The Middle. I mean, in the world I live in, the two most important events are two things that we have and had absolutely no control over whatsoever. So why don't we celebrate the middle. So have we agreed, that it is senseless to prepare to death, and senseless to look upon our positioning. Senseless, i'm sure you'll disagree, to look upon a higher being who will, if I understand what everything this dude does, kill you in the end. What a nice guy? A guy who doesn't exist or matter in my world, but to other people, at least they have some clarity. Well, we all know that someone believes something or not, and I choose to think of it all as a load of bullshit but someone reading this may take that offensively but I can't apologize at this moment because if they had read the note upon entering the website and even on the side of the page on the vertical scroller, it says that I ask anyone who thinks they will be offended by my opinions to leave. If you haven't left and you aren't offended, you're at the right place, if you're offended well... can't say I didn't warn ya.

Now, if you think you are confused now, well... #1: Try living with me. #2: Read on. Confusion is not only a good thing, but it makes you read things over so that you get clarity and closure. The more I confuse you, the more you will begin to understand with rereads. Now, I shall continue.

Life is a paradox and it doesn't make much sense.

"You will never really understand how much you miss something until it's gone."

Very popular quote, if i may quote it myself. Everyone agrees... it's true. Things are taken for granted. And exactly that; the synonym of not missing something until it's gone is taking something for granted. We all have and still do that in life, no matter how many times that quote is put in our face. It is inevitable; just like birth, just like death. And as we figure that we want to take everything into perspective, give everything a sense of your undivided attention, you don't have a single clue what you would miss until it is gone. So, along your search for what you would miss if it were gone, you figure it doesn't exist.

But it does. And when it's gone, you will notice it. But not until it's gone will you realize that while you were looking for what you would miss, you missed the most important thing there. Whether it's love, an object or item of sentimental value, or an animal, or even just a simple painting... they're gone before you gave them your undivided attention.

Everyone has an item of sentimental value. And, technically, every item has sentimental value to some point, even if you don't own it. Songs, a CD, or a book that you pass by again and again... i mean, sentimentality is just an undiagnosed disease that ails everyone blindly. Even the World's Strongest Person isn't a non-sentimental person. But the problem with sentimentality is that everything just means so much to you that you never want to let go... even if you don't know why something or someone is important, the fact is that you might remember why they are important, and someday, maybe you would recognize something for what it really is.
But sentimentality is not the item of topic for this. Sentimentality is just one subdivision that i am trying to point out.
Well, to get to the point i am trying to make, i am going to have to totally go off topic. Well, not totally.
...Okay, well, either you haven't or you will notice that i am emo, and either i am forcing you to read to this, you have to, or it actually may interest you, i don't know so... i will try to make this short, but that may still be considered long to you...

Okay, well... we all suppose that we have one life. And if you don't then skip this paragraph. Okay, well... right now you may consider reading this a waste of your time... and maybe it is... i mean, it's your life... I may have wasted my life making this website. I'm sure that i won't regret it, but normally i wouldn't think to regret it anyway. So, you may be wondering, what point, exactly, AM i trying to prove or establish. I will get to that, and please forgive my rambling.
As i will point out later, life is composed of three steps: Birth, Life, and Death. Almost like a magic trick, composed of three stages, or acts: The ___, the ___, and The Vestige. (And yes, i got that from the movie.)

And, now that we are into supporting quotes, i will toss you another popular one.

"Life is short."

Now, anyone who is dead could probably give you some good advice. But the trick is to actually use the advice your given. Take advantage of oppurtunity to live and have FUN living. I mean, what's the point of living when you're not having fun doing so.
See, this is where i don't get it. What's the point? Why are we so blind, so biased, so bigoted... so stupid, i guess, to everything that we need to cherish. I mean, we have this one life where we can have anything in the world, and everyone takes it for granted. I wish that i could easily comprehend and carry out the mysteries, but this life would be boring without mysteries.
Okay, where to continue... (You see, this time i know the ending, but i haven't a clue where to start.)

Umm.... lets just give information. Now, you have this one life and you are afraid to live. You just sit moping around and you don't do anything. What's the point. Go and skydive, join the coast guard, the army. Do SOMETHING. (Gee, i sound like a "VERB- It's what you do" commercial!). Let's look at life this way. Life is a desert and we are merely walking down the desert.With no water and no food, we cna't live forever. Surely, we can't live for long at all. And the more moves we make, the less energy we have to make the next one. Then, nighttime comes in the desert and it is freezing, and we regenerate, and then we do the same thing we did the day before. And it's a wonder that we don't ever get tired. A wonder that we don't die earlier. But as we walk into the sunset that last time, who would've thought that it'd be an end. Who would've thunk that although you thumbed on the side of the road for utmost 80 years, not one car would pass by. Who would've thunk that you stumbled once on the road when you were 2 and learning how to walk, that a car would happen to drive by once and knocked the life right outta ya before the desert had a chance to. Who would've thunk that a baby would accidentaly be born underwater, in the ocean, and drowned. Who would've thunk?

But those are the kinds of things that happen in life. And in death. We know and are fully aware that we can't change anything, but we still look on the past with regrets and dreams of doing something right. Well, what do i know? I mean, for all i know, we may as well have to look upon the past with regrets as to scare us from mistakes we may make in the future.But, i mean, that's basically saying that we're living in fear. I mean, this website won't go on forever. I'm gonna die someday. Who knows, maybe i will pass this website down through my family to be updated and edited... but it won't be the same. The desert will kill me someday, and that will be the end of my trek through the desert. I mean, these someday may be looked upon as my thoughts (maybe even my psychotic thoughts), but they're thoughts, ideas, decisions, revelations. Everything i touch upon is something that my brain wanted me to express. And it will never be touched on exactly word for word (unless someone copies it word for word, but it wouldn't have the same meaning). I mean, the spot that you are sitting on right now, you're never gonna sit exactly the same way, in the same spot, doing or thinking the same thing... i mean, the end comes with every moment that takes place. It's almost like, lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot. I mean, it can strike two centimeter's from the origin of the first spot, but it is never gonna cut that two centimeters off. I mean, once it hits, it's the end. The last time that exact spot can be struck. I mean, it sure as hell may look like it hit the same exact spot under scrutinatoin by a quick glimpse the next lightning bolt to come your way, but, it was a little farther away. Okay, stupid point, rambling on... what point could i ever be getting to. Well, who knows! Decipher it. Scour it. If you really want to know, you will take the time to find out.
But, i will keep on going with points. I mean, i'm not dead yet so my brain still has stuff it wants me to express... Okay, i am going to start anew. New quote, new topic. Anything that i discussed in the paragraph may not hold any necessary foreground besides what you think it may hold.

"The words drift skyward...

...They sit still and are half-buried in golden leaves. Roy's white shirt gleams. He pulls Nathan against him and for a while they become one flesh. Roy is rapt, as if he is singing inside. Or maybe it's more as if he is blossoming, a flower opening at this very moment. Nathan remembers, oddly, Preacher John Robert's leaning over the pulpit toward the congregation in puzzlement, in confusion at the notation of the Disciple John resting his head on Jesus' chest. Nathan rests his head there on Roy and understands. In the distance they hear the voice of people searching for them in the woods. They stand and go. They never look back."

~"Dream Boy", Jim Grisley (ISBN #: 0-684-82992-4)