The essence of Man, the dying psychopath poem

Man seeks control over one another!
That is basically what life has become
Whether it be for military conquest, intellectual or physical pursuit or in the arena of commerce.
One up-man-ship is the order of the day.
It is driving on the roads or in the workplace with the boss.
We made life to be all about push and shove, rats and sinking ships.
Yet we cannot control our own death!
Thank goodness for something.

Life is division and death is unity!

We all end up at a door marked death and for those who had the best of times in life, crossing that door is going to be a whole lot shittier than for those who spent most of it suffering.

Suffering grinds you down, conditions you that death is merely one small step away
Joy, Hope, Pleasure serve only to increase the gap between illusion and reality

When you are young, it is right that this gap is as wide as possible
As you grow older this gap must narrow, so death is one small step away

So take care, that pleasure is not bringing you false illusions
Illusions that death is not for you, but for others

Take care that your power over others, doesn't trip you up
That your advantages, don't turn to dust

It comes to us all, for rich or for poor, for powerful or powerless

If you must take joy, take it in the knowledge that life is division and death is unity.

Peace.