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WHAT IS LIFE?
“For all our days are passed away in thy wrath:
we spend our years as a tale that is told.
The days our years are three scores and ten;
and if by reason of strength, they be fourscore years
yet is their strength and labour and sorrow;
for it is soon cut off, and we fly away”(Psalms)

{Sighs} Three hundred and sixty five days gone in a blink
Another year cycle is gone
Time flies by rapidly
Destroying and bringing forth life unceasingly

As time goes by, man nears his end
Man’s life force diminishes each and everyday
The process can be rapid
The process can be slow
The process can also neither be slow nor fast

Three scores and ten!
Considered a lifetime?
This lifetime isn’t guaranteed

What does Birth actually entails?
The nonexistent to existent
And Death?
Takes back the existing back to nonexistent

From nothingness came life and to nothingness returns life
Zero to Zero
Is birth actually new life?
Or Beginning of the end of a life force?

In this world, man is living to die
Man in a gradual process grows up 
At the same time, closes in on death
Man in his helpless situation lives and dies simultaneously

		‘What is life?’ Erwin Schrowdinger asks
		Life is but a fleeting Shadow.

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