Life's slender rope, held sometimes far apart, from an end to another end, by the invincible hands of time and seasons. It's start, is not by birth, for expecting it, is as good as life. It's end is not via death. for it's always there, when the eyes can't see it. or when it's mass can't be felt. He's new wherever he's found. She's fresher, better than the ways she left us. No one ever truly dies. No one need to ever cry. It is of no use; to mourn a: Life Of No End. Odolaye Aremu.