Author's note: Almost an epilogue

This poetry book is one of the books closest to my soul. My heart. It was one of the first ones I had written, and it really emphasizes the theme I wish to celebrate in my "magnum opus", "The Other Universe": to be Worthy of Life. 

We all must die one day. I, too, will die, and these words, if not lost on the Internet, will one day be swiftly leafed through by man, or by AI, in order of keeping, or deleting the work to free up WWB space. Then my work and, namely, all of my life will be forgotten in favour of other, more infamous notions. My name and a bio would probably be kept in a database, a slim phrase amidst other strangers, but also our brothers.

There is a belief that many fear death. I call it a prejudice. For why fear death if you have done all you wanted in life? The death of one's brother is quite valid to be feared, undoubtedly; however, if you've led a life you had desired, disfrutaste el todo de los momentos en que exististe, perspired with love and goodness all your way on this Earth, why fear? If on your deathbed, you fear the discouragement of your offspring, they'll still live and carry your name until their time of passing comes. If you'll fear a loved one's hollow, recall how once you feared a loved's one's passing. The fear won't be gone, if you'll live a year more. It is the subtle fear which we wish to forget. But it hits the hardest, sometimes, on an October evening.

And, lastly, if you'll wish to do more, you'll fear the physical life going away from you while your actual life of desires had just begun, then do it. Why be battered by prejudices, juridical norms and pointless complexes if you will once die? Life is free to choose. There is much more to say on this, but for that, my novel is key. 

As for now, live. Choose what is best for you and your loved ones. But remember, love shouldn't stop you on your way to fulfill a dream. This sentence lies in one of the principles of the literature of Paulo Coelho.

Now I will announce the end of writing this poetry book until... I write a poem titled "Worthy of Life". That would be the epilogue.

Or an opening chapter.

Blessings.

Muğla, Turkey. 5th of June, 2022.

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