Dying brings about a kind of simplification for one's own life that is; no more worry, no more waking up not wanting to, just the final sleep surging out from conscience departure, a kind of lift off into eternity, as to what perception tools one has taken care to develop;

Most of us just die the way they came into this world, for most of the time one spends down here has been devoted to deconstruction of life, a kind of getting back into the where one came from, save for the fact that there can be no return ticket, since a life's adventure is but a prep towards another kind of life, or kind of space, infinitively boundless;

Paradisio or rather Cinéma Paradisio opens up on this earth for the individual as a preview to what comes next; however one must take care to cultivate the required access tools and these can only be grown within the self, that garden exclusive to one, a lone gardener, whom cannot ever be replaced;

For only the gardener has the key to that garden, the next existence.