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say death is a farce...the big joke played on us...we are eternal when we enlighten up...our bodies are the bottles that hold our beer...then we're pissed off...down the pipes of pain...following the current into the Great Sea of Consciousness...at home from whenst we came...our journey finalized by full surrender to all that we think we are...at all we think we should be...abandonment of all desires...we find we are at one with the Universe...

thats the best some can say about death.