Death doesn’t have to bring things to an end. That we each have to tread a solitary path to beginnings or endings does. We mistakenly believe that there is certainty, that our bodies and minds herald and sustain what is beyond doubt. That reality is as it seems. Such is the pull of form and feeling, mental formations and consciousness. What is fabricated cannot be truth, for truth is beyond reproach. In realizing and inhabiting truth, we have to relinquish everything.