This life is made of little realities
which happen more to be expected and remembered than for the happening itself.
Life is made of hope
The fulfillment of little hopes is at once most real, and most unreal.
Death is the beginning of real reality.
the beginning of all the little realities of life being sewn together
to create not fulfillment of hope (life itself)
but a more fervent hope yet
and to guide us to the Large Reality
Reality of Realities, and Fulfillment of Fulfillments.