They didn't even knew that they were going to die too early. It wasn't early as compared to most lives, but in terms of gathering, it was indeed early for the joy they planned to gather. So they made a plan. Simple and simple enough. They made a plan, like everyone else did, the thought they were doing something new, like everyone else thought. They made a plan, never realizing that life wasn't worth for making plans. It was the courage, to be "up to the mark" for the terms of survival that they truly needed. But they anyhow made a plan. And the plan was to utilize most of their time. Simple and simple enough. On implementation, they realized that life was shorter for them to even ask questions. They dreaded it, they dreaded time that was too short. And now the dread wouldn't let them live, it seeped within, impregnated their beings with doubts regarding the "plan" of life. And that doubt made them ever more solitary, ever more confused. What they didn't do was to realize that they were still within plan. And that being within the plan didn't required the complexity to go through the "ways" of plan. Now that life was even more shorter to ask questions, they became silent. And that was all that took for them to breathe the breath of joy again, to sit together and say everything to each other without saying anything. Now they filled those leftover gaps with songs of silence. Now they were "up to the mark" for the rules of survival: Life never let you ask questions, it just happens...
