From as far back as I can remember, death was something I felt close too and that I was never afraid of. Some part of me always knew that it wasn't the end, that energy was constantly in motion even when I didn't have the vocabulary to describe it. But what do we do when we live in a world that actively wants so many of us to die, or at least to be afraid of the prospect of death. What does revolution look like in a society that would rather self implode then face it's true nature. Lets talk about it...