As we chomp the fruit of knowledge, we can’t help but understand even this fruit was alive in its own way. In fact, everything we need to be alive is alive! What did we just find out? IS COOKING NECROMANCY?!? Is life a giant cereal bowl of itself? We wander deeper into this forest, not a touch of green until we happen upon a hill and see a single green rose bud. The Rosebud is the centerpiece to the most hauntingly beautiful shrine to the king of time. Death wears the face of our remains, with a grin reminding us underneath it all is our last laugh, Wearing a deep red shroud that flows like a river into the ground, when our vitality gives way to gravity. In Death’s lap is a spent hourglass. Behind this is the brightest light, it expands out and looks like fire eating the dead wood. This is our new sunrise. The rosebud at the top are the seeds of the future, always ahead of time and death. Since we can’t see the future ourself, our responsibility is in this green, what seeds are we creating. Live now because to the future, you are food. XIII Thirteen is the number of death. (3+1=4) The Emperor says dying is one of the rules of living so just know it and keep it going!