November 16, morning sorrow

Life is a wanning process without the possibility of waxing. Like the moon, it diminishes continuously until it has faded completely. Like the moon, you never see its other face. But unlike the moon, life cannot go back to its former state for time is linear. As things cannot be undone, life can go only towards death, no deviation permitted. You cannot avoid that, once you have been waned you dark and almost invisible, Death will smile at you and usher you into the void.