Voyage of Self Discovery

We are born --- we live, we die; and in between we gaze the aftermath of the gods... and the great shining stars at night --- with greater grip in old age than fleeting youth; More fiercely we cling to ebbing mortality, as if there is more in elder years, and as a fledgling we only know a rising sun; for it never sets in first-time life, whilst excitement drifts like snow in later years, its coming appreciated all the more, like the end of a mystery movie nearing... Was it good? --- or was it bad? Will we ever see the credits? ***Meditations on Mortality***