Mark Rothko Blue Green and Brown 1951

Death prodded the staff. It crackled, and sparks crawled obscenely along its length.
Strangely EXPECT TO GAIN?
I shall be by my son's side. l shall teach him, even though he won't know it. I shall guide his understanding. And, when he is ready, l shall guide his steps.
TELL ME, said Death, HOW DID YOU GUIDE THE STEPS OF YOUR OTHER SONS?
I drove them out. They dared to argue with me, they would not listen to what I could teach them. But this one will.
IS THIS WISE?enough, he wasn't particularly angry. Anger is an emotion, and for emotion you need glands, and Death didn't have much truck with glands and needed a good run at it to get angry. But he was mildly annoyed. He sighed again. People were always trying this sort of thing. On the other hand, it was quite interesting to watch, and at least this was a bit more original than the usual symbolic chess game, which Death always dreaded because he could never remember how the knight was supposed to move.YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said.That's what being alive is all about.BUT WHAT PRECISELY DO YOU