As the pale shadows grow longer, dust clouds gather around the returning herds and i think of the sunsets. How many final sunsets are occuring this very moment for so many lives who will not see tomorrows sun. See how very fickle life is from womb of mother to the Earth or fire of funeral. From softness of the babie's skin to the cold harsh depths of earth, how we forget this certain fate and enjoy so much through our five senses. If i come to know when i will die what will i do? I will meditate day and night as during these thoughtless moments i have no fear and gain a purity which is beyond the normal state. What will you do if you were to die tomorrow?