I looked death in the face and shut the door on him, but the damn guy just stands out there and never leaves. I talked to friends about it, but they couldn’t do anything. Prayed for him to go away and got no response from God or death. They must have some deal going on. I tried to coax him away with romance, money, and power, but it was a waste of time. I did notice that good deeds keep my mind off him, but sooner or later, I have to confront him at the door again. Always silent, patient, biding his time, knowing that sooner or later he will have me. Somewhat like a lover waiting for his object of passion, and yet in this case devoid of passion. “For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom.” ( Ecclesiastes 9:10). We wait for nothingness, a negation of existence, the end of passion, joy, sadness, work, and hope… nothing.