To contemplate death.
To comprehend the infinte void.
To understand that from which nothing returns.
An end to time...
An end to form...
An end to existence...
What a peace that must purmeate that place!
But can a void be a place?
To spend a moment in eternety,
In the dingy gray enfold of your mind,
Could I find a reason to return to the pain,
The Joy,
The Light,
The Sorrow...
Maychance to glimpse the fragile beauty that is creation;
Carress the form of life with mine eyes.
Could I resist?
Could I embark?
Could I wait?

Good work, Staffy. When will get some Magpies?

Don't bother him with that