Brambles of a Futile Existence

Earthquakes Hurricanes Fire Heart attacks Cancer Do the circumstances of your final breath distress you? All destinations lead to equal results, infinite non-existence, the permanent extinction of your unique soul. Some lives are enshrined with granite headstones, temporary monuments of polished absurdity. Will virtue or vice be left behind? These are superficial concepts in this ruthless, mechanized universe. I grant you full permission to spread my diminished remains where the mice will convert the marrow of my surrendered bones to dung, for the benefit of weeds and noxious brambles.