Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the read more

There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network.

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a read more

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.

I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Those who focused on
the shock of shards
as the phoenix bird
burst from his shell
nearly missed the sight
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Those who focused on
the shock of shards
as the phoenix bird
burst from his shell
nearly missed the sight
of his wondrous maiden flight
as he soared up and away
and out of sight.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the read more

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.