Just the other day, I saw death. It was a simple affair really, but it has left me a tad angry. Like what's next after conquering death? The answer is 'live'. And this is where my anger rises. I keep forgetting the 'winning formula' and now and then I find myself in the world of the dead.

I was having lunch in a kiosk when one customer complained to the waiter why he had delayed the delivery of 'cabbage saucer'. The waiter gave his apologies, and the customer replied by saying, 'You'll make amends in the evening. I must come'. That's when it occurred to me that if I specialized in killing people with such certainties about time and the future, I'd mostly escape detection. I'd be a mystery. That is, I became death itself.

And to think of why some people are/have been afraid of death! To me, death simply relies on the false belief that energy forms don't transform, and that even these transformation rates don't depend on optimal values and how energy systems conform to these values.

So how to live? The answer is too simple for my liking. It's like I have been 'institutionalized' in death and slavery that I shun my freedom.