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Tightened noose life is. They loosen it up till the threads mess up its simplicity. Life is what it is. Nothing more nothing less. They confuse it up with conditions. It is simple as a time bound presence. They want to force eternity into it. Timelessness they want. The equation becomes a sophisticated tale good to listen to difficult to impersonate. Life is forced to be a legend. Slowly it rots till the entrails too load themselves with stench- unbearable. All of a sudden it ends with a plop- sudden and sharp. Just as it was born. In a neat cut. It was never too early neither late. Life is what it is.