Alas, so we ARE.

In the hourglass of all time, our lives are but a single grain. All of us, flesh and blood upon dirt and stone, sharing the human experience in this blink of time's eye. Here we are, breathing the same air, sharing the same miraculous planet. The lives intertwined, the tales shared and the memories created as the cycle continues. In any given moment are the thousands sent to the oblivion of death as another thousand eyes are opened to the light of day.

I don't fear hell, for it holds no chamber to say.
Though heaven seems a beautiful dream where I hope to stay.
I don't fear death, but the end of sweet air and the passing away of my inspirations.
I don't fear the end, only that it seems to render all these dreams and memories extinguished.