do we find

when we search every crevice

every corner

each crack, each nook

when we read every page

of every book?

What details

do we discover

beneath the lines

the sheets we've slept under

a thousand times?

What things we'd never known before?

What secret path?

What hidden door?

 _{What is in store for us?}

"Well, sure," I started, "in as much as you mean that it's a good point that there's an opposite for everything. If the grass isn't green, it's another color, because it has to be. That’s no grand design at work, it's just the way it is. Just because you die, it doesn't mean that something else happens to take the place of your life outside of the fact that your return to the earth and all of your atoms eventually are incorporated into other life. I think it's the human condition to seek and find providence wherever there is a mystery, because we all want answers to everything that we wonder, we want a happy ending and a solution that seems appropriate and rewarding after we toil through life only to reach the end of it, toppling over the edge into nothingness."

"Pretty morbid of you."

"Pretty realistic, I’d say."

"Toppling over the edge into nothingness? It sounds morbid; gothic, even, at least to me," she laughed a little, pulling at a strand of her hair. "I think that you're mistaking my idea that there's something out there, that our basic energy goes on after the life that we're living now ceases, you're looking at what I'm saying from a biased and defiant standpoint. You’re seeing it as a case for a definable god, when I'm just expressing that god can be anything bigger than we are, anything that can happen to us that is beyond our comprehension, even if that means that god is just the label we place on the events that continue to occur at a point after our deaths."

"You’ll have to clear that up for me, a little, because I'm not sure where you're taking it."