An interesting self-philosophical intrigue I had whilst attempting to interpret one of my more disconcerting dreams...
I thought upon the significance of the pale horse, and wondered how something such as death could possibly ride a horse without killing it.
I pondered to myself "What thing could death ride, yet not kill?"
Death's purpose is exactly that: Death.
For death not to be able to cause death, a concept completely against it's function, is interesting.
After thinking about this for some time, and applying the idea of life's cycles as we know them, I concluded that death was riding life.
My reasoning stems from the idea of the Phoenix.
Death, no matter how much death it causes, only creates the medium for more life.
And though it may cause tremendous death, or insignificant death (if that's possible), it always lends itself to creating more life.
Life does not die, not in the greater sense of what life is.
And no matter how much effort death might put towards extinguishing life, it will always be helping to create more life simply by pursuing it's purpose.
And life simply continues to create life, whether death assists or not.
It's a horse that is always moving, and not even death can stop it.
This is something I find inspiring and, in some fashion, hopeful.