Eventually, we all end up in the same place. It's only the circumstances that change, it's only the journey that differs. That having been said, it can be one helluva ride!

In prone and dreary sleep
is man conceived,
brought forth
and dies,
while for an instant
sees the shining sun
which warms his flesh
and sears his soul,
its fragrance rising to the gods,
and finding none,
descends again to mortal clay,
where for his birth's again enticed
to build a kingdom made of ice.