Momento Mori I sense Death the same way I feel night approach day. It lingers beneath the layers of trivial disputes and pursuits, grounding me in bittersweet appreciation: my time in the corporeal world will prove instantaneous. Time slips away like unrooted soil in rain, with no mercy towards youth. My mortal terror does not necessarily arise from a fear of being nothing, nor from an anxiety of not existing; rather, the idea that I will not accomplish or fulfill my purpose,