[test] Are you dead or alive?

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

To be dead or alive, a query most profound,
That plucks the strings of human thought, unbound.
For in this mortal coil, we oft reflect,
On life's true meaning, and what may erect.

Alas! The enigma of existence, so grand,
Begs introspection at life's finite strand.
We wander through this realm, both dark and bright,
An ephemeral flicker in celestial light.

Are we but players on life's vaudevillian stage?
Or mere pawns in some cosmic war's engage?
Doth death be an end, or merely a transition?
To gratify our souls, or shroud them with contrition?

For life hath its moments, both sweet and sour,
Where joy and sorrow intermingle, dour.
Doth death absolve all pains upon this earth?
Or is it but a cessation of worldly mirth?

The dual nature of life, intertwined in this quest,
Springs forth questions, fierce and unaddressed.
Each mortal pondering its lane, fate's divide,
Seeking answers, from the heavens, wide.

Yet, let us not, with certainty, avow,
That death be the ultimate decree, we allow.
Perhaps a slumber, deep and tranquil, we find,
To traverse realms, enigmatic and divine.

Or could it be, perchance, an awakening supreme,
Where specters faded, become vivid in our dream.
To journey forth, beyond corporeal plight,
Immersed in realms celestial, boundless in sight.

So I beseech thee, o ponderous soul,
Cast not thyself astray in death's black hole.
For whether dead or alive, in truth we strive,
To seek the deeper meaning, within life's drive.