Death came wearing the face of Change.
I tried to be brave, I tried to be strong, I tried acceptance and putting a good spin on things;
I tried letting go of the past, but the past just wouldn’t let go of me.
Because each of these was simply another way for me to run from Death, to try and fight Death off.
Death is a master hunter and relentless in pursuit. You cannot escape Death.
Finally, exhausted with nowhere else to go, I laid down by the river and waited for Death to find me.
When he came he no longer had the face of Change –
it was Death himself who found me, and I welcomed him.
Obliterating Death washed over me, took everything from me and I did not fight him. I welcomed Death.
My history is over; it’s no longer right to think of it as mine. Death let’s you take nothing with you.
What a strange place this is. I wonder what marvels it contains.
You look like an interesting person. Will you be my friend? What do you mean we already know each other? This is my first day here. Alright. Dionysos is what I’ll call you. Let’s walk together awhile and see what’s around the bend.