death is an idea; the mother of all lies, spawning its' 'world' unrecognised as hell.

death is an impossibility; the mother of all impossibilites: there is no world, there is no hell.

the seeker dreams his exit, yearning to find what could never be lost; running from what could never be.

and in the blink of an eye, which will and did happen, All shall be changed.
and this dream, even the happy one, will vanish forever from Mind.

death is conquered. it never was. Arise. LIFE.