...Queen, these moments alone are to celebrate your "you-ness"...and death is a five letter word meaning, 'don't talk to me'. some of us walk a living death, so don't talk to them either.

You are such a magnificent individual that you think you are out there all alone, but we are with you! Sometimes the simplest things are hidden from our view.

'Am I dead?' Who is questioning? There's an observer and there's an observed. With whom do we identify with? In this case, the observer who is watching the observed dying is alive because only living Beings can question. And this question is an out come of a conflict between the one who IS and the one who is NOT. Its a battle between Being and nothingness. Its upto us to decide with whom do we identify with. 'And when does the illusion end? Why is therepain?' Well, when the observer and the observed are not one, there's a conflict and where there's a conflict, there's pain. But, so far there's conflict, one is definitely alive. There;s no conflict insode the grave .

Internally and externally quite thought provoking.I like how you worded this introspective poem of ponder. Great lines, Ali.

You are very much alive ::: this pain will grow you even more beautiful, and next time -next time- you'll know who to beware of. You will. You are immeasurably unique and valuable. You're someone to live for, Ali.

I like the idea of the elaborate illusion, something carefully laid out by someone somewhere is what I imagine. Your questions are most revealing. And the moments alone - how should one use them? Good one, Ali.