Life has a name and it calls itself "inevitable death." Death of the heart and the cocoon that harbors the soul. The soul never dies but it rather is a seeker, a carrier and a sieve. We are all by nature, materially driven beings. The soul is always tainted, a carrier of impurity, often blackened by want. So, each life we live, we can either sieve the dirt or bathe in the mud of desire. And when we are devoid of want, of longing, our soul is cleansed. The soul is pure and it is the antithesis of darkness, light. Like energy it travels. Hiking a trip and seeking it's kind, seeking purpose. Like a faithful seeker, it finds. We are once again part of the creator. So we live this life for the next and we die, to grow, to live so we could die again. The wheel of life and death that rolls through an eternal road. Is there ever going to be a dead end?