Death. The meaning isn't complex, and the word gets to the point, but I don't care about the word, I care about the action. We humans see this action as a horrible tradition, and many of us bare many questions when it comes to mind, but the biggest question is "what happens next?". I used to think of Death and laugh, but as my mind matures, and decays I start feel fear, and start to question Death, and my own logic. What if after Death there's nothing but darkness? What if religion is just a man made element to comfort us before death? And what if we've lived our lives with no point? Death seems inhumane, and unfair to the feared but everything dies, so in the end we have to. If there is something after Death, then do we have to fight for it? Do we have to fight for our fellow man? "The moment we stop fighting for each other, that's the moment we lose our humanity." If this is truth, then I've been inhumane for a very long time..
-David S.