The experience of death

He wasn't that old, only thirty, but it was his time. Even as he closed his eyes in this stark hospital room, he knew he would never awaken. To his surprise, he opened his eyes to find, not the dark tunnel with a light at the end, or the firey pits of hell, but the unverse laid bare. Every constelation, planet, and star. And at that moment he knew the true beauty of the universe. Around him he saw life, only a small portion, but visible none the less in the great vastness. He saw men and women going about their lives. He saw others too, alien races, some no more advanced then us, some so advanced they lay at the doorstep of destruction. And then he looked past the life, past the stars and galaxies. There he saw the one thing that every life in the universe searched for. Meaning. He saw the meaning to life, the reason for exsitance, and he knew that what he now knew was still only a small part of the grander plan of the universe. Knowing this, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling his conciousness slipping. Slowly he became one with the secret he had discovered.