Till death overtakes me...

I am always so curious about life after death it takes away my sleep at times. I feel like flowing in a dark black river, having no control over the circumstances that surround me, waiting for the final fall over the edge of life. In a way, all men are equal. They come and depart alone. I have a feeling that when they reach the final threshold, there remains no difference between an infant and the aged, between a doctor and a murderer. They become one and the same. Soul has no shape or existence. It has no perspective yet it is the one thing that unites a spider with a lion, a man with an ant.