A slight tremor accompanied his question. " I said who are you?!". Matter of factly, the intruder stated, "You know me". He was now studying another painting, nodding regularly, as he internalized whatever revelation he was getting. With this oath of sincerity in place, it wasn't long when he had summarized the entirety of his life on two firm truths. One, he knew death. Two, he feared death. How could he not? He had witnessed its supreme power. He was a firm believer- in death.