Where do the dead go?
I hear stories of the Afterlife
Is it a truety or does life end in the hole?
All life's sojourn end with the shutting of the eye
All that is left is a story
And the vibrant life becomes a memory.
Oblivion is man's greatest fear
We do not want to leave this world we know for the one we do not know
The latter may be better perhaps
But those who have been cannot be back to tell us
Would the thought of death be better to bear
If we knew really what lies thereafter?
Where is heaven?
Where is hell?
Enough with the description of high above and low below
Enough with the stories of stately glory and languished sorrow
What is their actual state?
How plausible are the stories in the Book?
Do not kneel to redeem my soul when you ponder this
I am far from lost
I need to know.
True knowledge is hidden from man
So that he cannot know what has been from the beginning to the end
True knowledge comes in death
What use is it then if it cannot help those living?
Nothing makes meaning
All meaning is lost
Knowledge is nothing
We live seeking it; it eludes us
We die hoarding it.
Is seeking answers then a waste?
Would our dead loved ones
When they converge together
Still think themselves family?
Do they have thoughts?
What thoughts do they have of the living?
Do they have powers?
Or are they just fallen embers?
We grapple for knowledge over our existence
What we cannot know we speculate
The answers lead to more questions
And leave the mind much aggrieved with confusions
Why are we brought here so
If this is how we go?
