ART on Death

The enteral truth: Death and Taxes are the only constants of the universe.

In the cosmic grove where mortal threads unwind, rests a tiger, sovereign of the stellar wild, his stripes dissolve into the ether’s embrace, a soul ascending through death’s profound grace. Beneath the vault of eternal constellations, he ponders the unity of all creations, where earthly roars merge with celestial song, and death unveils the infinite, where he belongs.

In loving memory of Tiger.