Beyond Death Yonder

That which fails to kill you makes you stronger, yet that which succeeds makes you immortal. Death claims the body. It decays the flesh, liquefies the organs, disintegrates the brain. But the self, oh that is another story because death’s cold grasp holds no power over the self. It is the one and only part that truly makes you who you are, the part that has always been and will always be. Death does not reap the self with its sharp scythe; it frees it from its mortal shell. Death is an end but also a beginning, the end of a prison sentence and the beginning of eternal freedom.

I know this, because never before have I felt such freedom as I feel now beyond death yonder.