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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It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious read more
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
The idea is to die young as late as possible.
I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.
I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.
It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.
