Did you ever realize how valuable our consciousness is?
It can never be replicated, and is the very reason why
Death holds so much agony for the living.
The individuality of those we hold closest becomes priceless,
not for what it does, but for what it knows about you,
for what it chooses for you, and how it sees you--how it sees the world.
And the billions of individualities bumping or colliding into each other
on this planet are not made less valuable by the numbers of those
around them, nor by their failure to appreciate their own consciousness.
We are all our own collection of thoughts, fears, ideas, and convictions,
and Death signifies another identity lost by our population that is not
made any less tragic by the number of people at the funeral,
or by the number of tears shed for the sudden ending of the life.
Death is always sudden.
There is no gradual staircase between "I know, I choose, I see",
and the very silence that proves we are gone.