Decay, death and departure; such an adversary to fertility, life and welcome; and what an adversary it is, worthy of reverence, deep thought and homage. For without it, the other cannot be as it is, so clearly distinguished.
These such things are axiomatic we say, none have escaped death, the creeping of rot and the untimely farewell. Deeply does this, disturb all things that are in harmony, ceaselessly quaking the foundations of all things sought after and rightly so.
So we find ourselves, longing for what seems ever beyond the horizon, hoping for the impossible and madly in love with mere glimmers of such sacred things; as such all creatures great and small are in league, are one and the same and cannot be cleft asunder.
We are all one, in that we all shall perish, share the shackles of fate and consequently, inexorably can only be freed in departure from this world. It is as though, the most inconsequential among us may share the same consequence or that the most assiduous can only really hasten or delay the inevitable but never truly elude it.
As such, change that is tenacious or hesitant pales in comparison to change that is absolute and preordained; in saying that, our efforts and embellishments are rendered etiolated except in embrace.
Embrace when born within, is the annihilator of discord and discontent and how do we embrace such an imposing thing? How do we accept the unacceptable? That by which, trembles our very nature, that upon which macerates our defiance, that whom which will ultimately take us by force if not willingly.
Yet, everywhere we turn, we can see this doom slowly creeping towards us, silently and humbly; it is in the rotting fruit, the weathered stone, the unkept garden, the fall to slumber, the seething carrion troop, thus we can determine that it is necessity itself.
Thus, we will embrace it; loss, decay and death with peace or turmoil. Yet if we are wise to prepare and offer ourselves we would not hesitate to taste of it, to welcome its precedence with patience and fortitude, to inoculate ourselves with small misfortune that we may better weather our lives and those among us.
In saying that, after the fact (of tasting bitter necessity) we may see that it is not something to be repulsed, for if you could be graced to delay death perpetually, how long must pass before you desire it? Or that others should desire it of you? The practice of giving of yourself for naught in return is the gradual acceptance of the finality of death, for soon you will learn its harshness, concreteness and explicity; in so doing come to the realization when your time is nigh that it is the final cost and you would have paid it in advance.
Thereby, Greet it thus in your daily misgivings: Ay, ye have come, to take away from me, I am meagre to ye, ye have been fair to delay and just to arrive and ye have been patient while I have been insufferable, ye have come and I shall go.
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