A Day That came To Play

On this, yet another day, a day that has come to play. Play the unending game of life and death. Living is dieing, you have no pick, except to eat the dead and feed the living. We may wish that life was above death, but if it is, it is only because it is built on top of it.

Tomorrow comes only on the death of today, and today rest upon top of yesterday. Eons upon eons, back to who knows when, an unbroken chain of life and death, on into some unforeseen future to die yet again, but we may hope for one more left to carry on.

But to carry a dream for a better life, a longer life and an easier death, or to find a meaning that transcends this cycle of death and rebirth. Each but once may pass on the way, but in the passing to make a way for all who may come to pass. A passing better or worse?
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