Life Exists Due to the Primal Fear of Death Life exist s due to the primal fear of death . Torn apart from the womb of the known, eternal and infinite And tossed into the chaos of the unknown, final and finite. Life sustains itself through pain, through series of pains of varying intensity that rhythmically bounce on the life line that limits us just like the unlit cigarette with pronounced facial expression bounces and performs acrobatic movements in the air. It depends on the force of gravity and the virtue with which you can hold that cigarette between your fingers for so long without lighting it. Will it hurt much if it lights up? And for how long is it safe to let it burn before it burns out and it’s gone before it burns out and we are gone, before life on this planet blazes out in a blazing flash? Time That Slips From Our Palms (Incision 40) ti...