I could say nothing, i'm a real man. But of course I still have fears. The dark, insects and spiders or whatever you want to call it, I'll stick with creepy crawlies. But, I got over those fears, there is still that nagging in the back of my head that says run for your life, go defensive, trun the lights on, attract attention. The only fear that I can't get over is not of death itself, but rather what happens. Was I wrong? Is there a heaven or hell, or was I right and there really is nothing? I live my life completely devoid of anything but logic, and whatever way I see it I cannot seem to comprehend any way of a life after death, or a lack of it. I find it disturbingly confusing, yet also inviting. This is probably one of the only things that can only be discovered one way. And that is death.