This is a beautiful piece. I was bedridden at one time and deathly ill. During that time, The Grim Reaper often sat and wordlessly conversed with me. One day,

This is a beautiful piece. I was bedridden at one time and deathly ill. During that time, The Grim Reaper often sat and wordlessly conversed with me. One day, he dramatically departed. With that, I knew I would live. It has never mattered to me if he was "real" or a hallucination, the product of fever, drugs and sickness. His departure marked an important turning point: The death watch was over. My brain is different than it was before those months. My perceptions of the world and thought patterns were permanently altered. I am more visual or image oriented, less word oriented. I find pieces like this particularly meaningful.