Is There a Technical Qualitative Quality to Death?

Life is an ephemeral con quite grab it bt, that yer and an honesty. It's like time kind of ceased to exist though wheras mum was dying, because it was still. And i almost like technicala, like a sort of spiritual technicala. We had a clover stroud on oh e bot, and it's all about the time her sister died. There's loads of things in life that are mysterious and unknowable. Why does love work out with one person but not with another? Why does certain things befall certain people in our world?"