Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

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.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
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A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.