The man in the mirror

He has always been there for me whenever I needed him. As years pass by, his face would get wrinkled, his memories would start fading away, his body would grow frail... the only thing which would stay young for the longest would most probably be his heart.. And one day that too would cease to beat. But by then I would have become totally independent....I would have set myself free from all earthly bonds. In this world there is only one certainty – death. But does everything end with that?.. True that our memories and every single thing that we have learnt in this world will die with our brain, coz that is where it's all stored. But what about the core emotions like love, that have no logical connection to the brain. Science puts them as chemical reactions.. I, for some unknown reason refuse to believe so.

All this talk about death reminds me of this poem by John Donne...

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Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee does go,

Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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Are we indeed gonna wake up eternally?.. That is one thing I'm in no hurry to find out :)