Your mother’s stomach, you are sandwiched in a narrow and pitch black place.. And when you die you are caught in a narrow and pitch black land.
When you are born you are cleansed and bathed. When you die you are cleansed and bathed. You never know who is smiling hapily on your birday. You also never understand who is crying on the day you die
You are truly unique, o son of man. When you are born, you don’t know who mother’s womb. When you die, you don’t know who put you in the grave