Death
Every life is a death sentence
It always ends with departure.
That end can be sudden or slow
Unexpected or predicted
Which camp do you belong to?
The Puritan with its memento mori
Or the Cavalier with its carpe diem
The former looking to eternity
The latter to every moment
As if it were the last.
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