Life times

Philosphically, there's good; And then there's bad. There's happiness; and then someone's sad. There's Love;and then there's hate too. There's life... and then there's Death. The finality. Of the whole thread the life is made of. The whole material the body is made of. Death. Be it an Idea that dies, or love or the body. Memory remains, soul remains.... and That...is life beyond death. And so the time of my life. The idea is dead. But the memory remains. The body is dead, but the soul remains...