You are swept away in a tide of decay. This is death. You are engulfed in the death of others. Are you dying? Impossible. Are you already dead? Possibly. Is death anything? Do the ingredients of your being matter any less disassembled and scattered than they do as a composite?

Yes.

Scattered remains cannot seek your goal. The Screaming Zahir will not be conquered by the dead. Those who question this journey, those without full faith, the intellectuals and those who do not believe and the over imaginative stumble and lose their way. You have met them. Or have you? Was it a dream, a memory, or the future that hasn’t happened yet?

You banish the thought. Those who pretend that life and death are the same are not the ones who reach your goal. With a breath, you emerge from the torrent of dust and rise in the land of death.