Do you know what life really is? Maybe you do know. Minds who lived before us tried to crack this open. As history got better at preserving itself, those possible answers kept growing, some of which exist as poetry, some as philosophy and others morphed into cult and religion. Yet, here we stand today, alive and still having no idea what life is. The only thing we are sure of is that we are still alive. Those great minds propagated the idea that only dying would unveil what death really is. One can know what death really is only after passing through the gate oneself. Do you now believe that you would know what death really is after dying? Have you known what life is while alive? Why would you know of death then?