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Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more
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.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger read more
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
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.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
