What does it mean to be truly gone? To die?
No, really, take a minute to ponder over that. Do we simply dissipate back to the atoms we're composed of?
But what about the more abstract parts of us? Our hopes, dreams, fears, and of course, memories. Are they grains of sand too? Carried away by the light wind of the inevitable?
All this uncertainty has been talked over for centuries with no avail. Like Socrates said, death is nothing…