There is a beauty that comes from death, I think.
And perhaps this is to be expanded on after some sleep and not when there are six minutes before the end of a day.
But death makes room for new life.
Take the mighty redwood forest in California. Destroyed by fire, and yet they live on.
Much like us. We walk through the flames and become stronger in the process. New growth.
Yes, there is a beauty that comes from death, I think.