Life is an unfinished art, few master it, most just bark.
Success makes tyrants of most of the humankind; making us forget basic courtesy, and being kind.
You're alright, I guess; for, you're just being you, like any other cuckoo.
We're shadows! of naught;
living, dying! for what's not.
The Ultimate Truth is, ultimately, a minority affair.
Forms come and go. You, the quantum non-entity behind your human identity, comes nor goes.
We're shadows! of naught - living, dying! for what's not.
Don't worry, eventually everything falls into its rightful place.
Do your thing, without harming anything.
All's, quintessentially, you.
Living well is dying well.
Be kind, for the other is not another, but your mirrored kine.