Death brings us all a meaning to life, but all is lost when one has been so blind. At the end, there cannot be a beginning, just a realization, a sigh and a reclusive escape from what could have been so much more than just life.
Clinging on to a hope of divinity all the while restricting yourself, we plunge our worlds to a meaningless end.
And then when we realize, it is too late and we care not to pass it on, the realization before we are gone. So others after us do not do as we do.
Funny little stupid creatures we all are.