In our universe many things, supposedly, came first. Near everything came first, but some things were… accidental. The stars formed and the planets smashed themselves together into the shapes we know and, far away in different galaxies, don’t know. And that was all of the things that came first fighting and bickering in a metaphorical sense, eventually settling in their familiar positions, but then mutations existed that couldn’t have come with the first. Life! Life happened, and it was wonderful and still is, perhaps now more than ever. Through the many ages the mutations grew and the complexities became unfathomable turning into a system of such impossible depth, that trillions have parts to play. But, that’s not where we need to focus on first.
You see, back long ago, when the first life crawled out of the proverbial ether, or rather a little bit afterwards, something happened; it broke. The life broke, and a strange new thing was born, or perhaps quite literally died to life. Death itself. We may treat it metaphorically as a figure, or in the abstract as an idea, or as a mere deterioration of cells, but the fact remains that Death did not always exist. There was a beginning to death, and that is where we must first focus on. For, once it was born, death spread. It afflicted living things over time from all over the world, and thus made them, well, no longer living things. Whether or not we were the first or only world to experience it is yet to be proven, and so can not be accounted for in this tale.
Death spread with such severity as to eventually affect every living thing, causing an end to the originals, and a new wave to be born, and in this Death’s true nature, metaphorical nature, of course, is shown. Death cares for the new life. Death cares, not only for that which is new, but that which is young, paving the way for new individuals to exist. Certainly this is not existent as total fact. Death is, indeed, responsible for the flame of life being put out early in so very many cases. But, in most cases, they are weeded out as weak and not capable of coping with the pressures that exist within life.
Now what is curious is that over time the many forms of life came to cooperate with Death. Some through agreements that, if they trained and practiced their skills of chase hardly enough, Death would grant them itself for the purpose of continuing life. So grew a cycle of existence and nothing, life driving Death, and Death driving life. So grew a bond between the two that seems to have remained happy and unbroken. And others still used the work of Death to their advantage. Certain species of spider, upon hatching from their eggs, consume their mothers alive for vital nutrients, thus the beginning helps to supply the end (something a pretentious person would describe as poetic, of course, forgetting poetic means, in essence, complexity and sadness portrayed in a beauteous way. In other words, our perception of nature).
Other’s still cheated Deaths services. They did not train nor practice and merely used its existence to their benefit. Using the existent nothingness to sustain.
And then new life forms emerged that, once again, used Death’s work uniquely. Those species that work with Death for mere enjoyment and not function, and, for these, there is a punishment. For Death is a balanced work, and with every unused Death, the balance is thrown against the favour of those changing it. Thus creating a self-destroying cycle, and that is what is visible today.
And these are the many permutations and uses of Death, or rather a small fraction therein. But there is more to Death. To treat it metaphorically as a figure, would be to personify it. And to personify it, we must empathize with Death. This figure must only be loved by those who are leaving. One can only be loved by those that are, in some way, near them, and to be near Death means to be near a lack of existence. This, of course, incites hate and fear against our metaphorical figure, which is cruel, for it is only of fear that we behave so. Everyone of us has been an outcast, a stranger, and had venom spat at us. Every one of us knows what such actions cause. And thus we can empathize with death. We can feel what death must feel. By its very nature it is the loneliest thing to exist.
Now, there is one last thing to touch upon. For we have touched upon Death’s beginning thus necessitating an end. Everything has an end, but the question is how will Death’s come? Will Death have an end when there is nothing left alive? Possibly, yes, but will that ever come? Unlikely. However, there is another possibility. Death may truly cease its existence when it goes near something that is not alive, and that thing becomes alive. For, in that moment a cycle will be broken, and Death free to die. It is an interesting concept and blatantly ridiculous. Both in its simple absurdity, and in that when Death nears something, it should not, by the laws of nature, live. In fact, it is truly impossible both from a metaphorical standpoint and a scientific one, and yet, it would be an end. When Death is life, then Life becomes Death, and the very last Death shall forever be Death itself.