As I walk around the graveyard, I saw a row of tombstones with an “UNKNOWN” label.
When we die, are we still labeled based on our names? Do we still have an identity? Or in the end, its just it. Its the end. Isn’t this beautiful? We need not have an attachment to an identity that our ego fed us,
These “unknowns” are heroes. They fought in the war. But in the end, they are just “UNKNOWN” in the tranquil garden of this graveyard.