I. Some day, I'll die, and this, perhaps, will be my parting kiss to those alive, to those not yet, to fulfilled hopes, to worn regrets; and you, I think, will live because you've yet so much to give to dearest friends, to family, to unmet dreams, to memories II. and then, a day will come - your time to part for Where all's from to the Unknown to Where there is no time, no rhyme, no yours and mine, to Where all goes, but no one knows about 'til he's arrived There III. It's all a mess here; There? Who knows? Where where can be described in tastes and colors sensations - that's not There. Where where can be conveyed in lines and stanzas images - that's not There. Where where can be perceived by mind and senses faculties - that's not There. Where - Where indeed?
IV. There once was a great rabbi who taught that the Place can only be described in the negative because He would otherwise be limited. In Jewish tradition, those who are mourning their loved ones are told: May the Place comfort you among the rest of the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem –