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At last there is a realization of continuity to daily life

If this isn't hell nor is it heaven then what does that leave?

I stumble to find an answer only to find that my lack of one is the answer. 

As wind and rain beat upon the outside of my home 

I anticipate the end and concede that my life is the Almighty's chosen course. 

There is no doubt for me as to what will occur when my time on this earth meets it's climax. 

Death is not the end 

Tis the beginning of a new saga. The fear of being uptaken by the wind is subdued by the bliss of flying for eternity. 

What better way to die then in the manner by which I will spend beyond this temporal existence?

Futile it is to convey such an experience to another through mere words, but that does not mean I can not try.

Futile, such an ugly word.