Most Helpful Guy
Rachmaninov: The Isle of the Dead, Symphonic poem Op. 29 - Andrew Davis
We arise from dust only to return to dust. Our existence only a blink in the Almighty's eye. For all our efforts at remembrance as individuals or civilizations we disappear like a wisp of smoke in the wind of time never to be seen again! This piece kind of highlights what we want death to be (paradise/heaven) and then the harsh reality of the unknown and how even if you believe in an afterlife death is still a scary thing.
Listen, learn, understand the story and lesson within the music and appreciate life.
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Most Helpful Girl
By the time you're old they might have made it so you never die from old age or even age for that matter. That or we might be able to download out consciousness into computers, who knows what will be able to happen. So live to see if that day comes before your end does.2