I just finished reading, shellshocked, about this.

I didn't know this boy, just that he was from my old school and was close to some friends of mine.

It disturbed me a lot, considering it was someone I didn't even know....and I think it's because death is such a powerfully universal concept.

We're doing Antony and Cleopatra in school in English class (Cleo is a fantastic bitch, Tony is a wussy manwhore), and in the final scene where Cleo has just taken her life, Caesar (who is indirectly responsible for her death and Tony's as well), gives them a respectable burial. He hated these two with a passion and did all he could to bring about their downfall, but in death chose to do something honourable.

What is this mysterious power death HAS over us, that causes such personality 180's?

It's pretty simple. We float around, day in and day out, on our own little clouds of love and hate, of joy and sadness, of friends and enemies.

What death does is snatch those clouds from under our feet and we hurtle down to earth with astonishing force. Suddenly find out that hey, we're ACTUALLY mortal.

This ACTUALLY happens.

And who knew, there are OTHER people with their OWN clouds up there, too!

I didn't know this boy, and I hope his soul rests in perfect peace. But I hope he realizes, wherever he is now, that he's caused one heck of a powerful happening.

Momentarily, at least, girls have stopped calling out "SKANK". Boys have stopped beating each other up. People don't write nasty things about others on bathroom doors. They don't gang up on their teacher. They don't backstab, they don't bitch, they don't gossip.

They just....are.

In death, we all just....are.

Rest in peace, bro.

Queen Sana at 12:03 PM