Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
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God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
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The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
