Writtten with inspiration from Hamlet’s “To be or not to be…” soliloquy in Act 3 Scene 1 of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

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Death.

The undiscovered country from

whose bourn no traveler returns,

there are no geographical markers

of such a famed place.

(though many a man has seeked to explore it)

It puzzles the mind to a point at which we wonder

whether this fantastical place of being is, in fact,

a place –

or is it rather a lack of being? For in the moment our hearts

cease to beat our minds go with it too.

(to a land no soul has ventured back from)

Is death a place our pilgrim souls go when our bodies

cannot follow their wispy tails of memory?

Or is it merely the silence that follows a dead man’s heartbeat?

If there was nothing – no land to return to – the knowledge of

an unknown infinity would surely make cowards of us all.

As such, death will forever be the undiscovered country

whose borders continue to be lost.