A POET OR PAUPER, RICH MAN OR THIEF?

When you get right down to it, there isn't much that we don't already know, other than what happens when we die, when our corpse decomposes into dusty bones and our Sunday best. Point blank, there you are being watched by your self, every false move recorded for the sake of redemption from some unknown, unnamed, unreal creative first mover of the universe.