When are we sustaining life and when are we merely postponing the inevitability of death?

The inscription seemed to speak of a passive recognition of the inevitability of death.

Is it the inevitability of death that gives life and love their savour?

But always somehow returning to the futility of it all and the inevitability of death.

We are all bound by the inevitability of death and the fact that certain choices may speed the destructive processes.