Reflections...

If death is a state equal to the state before birth, then we might as well never have been born. Looked at from a sufficient distance of time and space, we have never been born, we do not exist, or at least we approach non-existence so closely that we are for all intents and purposes one and the same with it. If we do not exist, then the events that happen to us are as unreal as the memories of them, and as the memories of events will pass away with us, the events never happened: life is the attempt to deny death, and life is death; this living contradiction is solved for each and every one of us when we die, nobody denies death forever, which is the same as saying that you are dead right now.

And yet, we bring more life into the world, and for all its horror - is it better to taste what you cannot have, than not to have it? For us to have tasted life, and not really had it (because no-one has life in himself, only his wick is lit by another, and soon burns low) - is this better than to not have tasted it? At least one has life, the one who started the first candle burning on this world, the one who gives us at least a taste of what we cannot have, who cares nothing for us if he gives us no more...