From the World to Tokyo: The Journey BeginsShe rose carefully. Looking into the endless white mist that wrapped around her, she found herself alone with a stone arch standing over her, tall with dignity."Where am I?" She called, the syllables pushed into the mist and scattered.An omniscient voice answered."Eva," it said, with the authority of a king, "you are in the world. Look."Eva looked down. The mists rolled away gracefully like a mid-summer's breeze, revealing a stone map stretching into the distance.She stepped onto a tile with the carvings of mountains. Suddenly, blue sky sploshed over the whiteness and majestic peaks grew from the horizons in a trembling groan of the earth. The winds howled and everything came to life.She saw the signs of a city on another tile and curiously hopped towards it. The whirling whistles of the mountain winds were drowned by the symphony of the city. Skyscrapers split the ranges as cars zoomed by. Eva was astonished by the busyness when someone bumped into her. She fell, and fell into a
To fear death is to love life.To fear death is to love life.For death is but the last glance behindAt the faded childhood shed.To fear that glance is to realizeHow much we long to hold onTo linger, to dwell,In that which we love,That which is in the name of life.To fear death is to love life.For life is but the lovely summer's nightWhere we woo, making love to the delicacy of her essenceAnd be worried,That she would be lost in the morning's mistAnd that our love would too be lostIn the mist which we fear,The wallowing mist of death.To fear death is to love life.For why fear if we weren't so attached,If it weren't so sublime?