Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, history nonexistent. As they said, dead men told no tales. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The adjacent shores resounded with the alternate shouts of the sons of liberty and the groans of their parting spirits. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
he [Llewelyn Powys] has always in mind the great touchstone Death & consequently life is always judged as how far it fits us, or compensates us, for ultimately dying. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Our favorite games were killing.Our favorite books were death.It had been beaten into us:God is love.Not the parched face and gnarledcapes across a stick body; jitteringin the nude sky, we couldn't seetrying to touch usfor the blood in our eyes. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I'm a survivor, " I said. But I didn't think that claim would carry much weight in an obituary. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It seemed to me an odd view to take - rather as if one should protest that one didn't LIKE the idea of dying or being born. I preferred the notion of finding out first how it would be, and then doing what one could about the parts of it one disliked most. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
[Death] is a safety-device because, once Man has fallen, natural immortality would be the one utterly hopeless destiny for him. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>