The Eternal Question

I asked Grandpa that which wise men always pondered: welcome the eternal night or wage the eternal fight? He said eternal sleep or eternal life, eternal peace or eternal strife. Confused, I asked Grandma reject the eternal night or turn down the eternal fight? She said eternal sleep or eternal life, eternal peace or eternal strife. I sat to ponder and think, but the answer would not come naturally, for the skull insisted on pounding from the pressure of hot, young blood.