We sense that we’re in control and we are our own destiny, but then nature brings us to the reality that we have no control over the end of life. Life begins to be viewed more lightly, and death more seriously. Death puts life into question and forces us to think more sharply, as a laser with pin point procession. It’s been stated "when a man knows he is to be hanged by night fall, it concentrates his mind wonderfully." Death is the worst and final reality, the loss of everything earthly. But yet it can be a new beginning or open door if it leads to Heaven. Man within the working of nature has always wanted to escape the inevitable, seeking for a fountain of youth, or a scientific cure so we can live forever. Then nature comes with its trump card, and we’re staring at death once again. Until death is conquered, nature will not be conquered.