I see meaning, full of it, when our beloved souls seize to sleep, that sleep they never wake up from, timely, different and unexpected ...
Also I can't deny to believe that if all the souls that we knew or heard about, since the rise of this dear World, weren't gone, all would have been left to wander is "where do I place my ribs for slumber to take charge?"
Another set of wonderful skills of God, that keeps wanders want to murder my Wink's when I see people not equal as each, as not the fingers are, meaning nobody could have been what they're if all's rich and didn't work for anybody to earn a Penny. And also the Man himself wouldn't have been any proud of what they've made or achieved to be what they're, to the world and themselves, in a better place: world is a better place for not all but few, not looking at how rich they may appear to look.
The only funny and annoying would be thing, when all's rich would be when one ask themselves ever is; who do I greet and greets me, to who do I honor and honors me, whose shoulder do I lean to and leans to mine, what do I need and needs my money, who builds my place, sucks away dunks off suck away, builds luxurious cars, grows crops, to yield flour and plants flowers to ornament my honor, who do I trust and trusts me?
life itself would've been absurd to its meaning when it means nothing to the world ...
tTyS' little thought
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