Finality is not something that can be ignored. Life, death, rebirth all a matter of minuscule significance in a universe so vast and infinite. The Finality does not waver, it does not wane, for it is engrained in the essence of the universe itself. Entering the Halls of the Departed one must perceive their insignificance before returning to the waking world, the nihilistic approach. Or understand that within the passage of time many will have meaning, many will discover a life worth living. This cycle is not one which is easily broken and the ones who do, are doomed to eternity.
Dawn and Dusk do not like being tampered with, and just as there is a beginning and an end there is a line that should not be shattered. On that Fateful day, the eve upon which one discovers the truth behind this universe, the straight and narrow line becomes mangled and entwined. A butterfly, beautiful yet short lived, is a spot on the blank canvas which will not be entertained. Death is the only determination, a restless sleep aching for the call. Remember it well lost one for yours is a tale yet written.