death

death

It is said that men condemned to death are subject to sudden moments of elation; as if, like moths in the fire, their destruction were coincidental with attainment.

It is said that men condemned to death are subject to sudden moments of elation; as if, like moths in the fire, their destruction were coincidental with attainment.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.

Every evening, I died, and every evening, I was born.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you so,That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,If thinking on me then would make you woe.

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell;Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you so,That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,If thinking on me then would make you woe.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I take this continent with me into the grave.

I take this continent with me into the grave.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss signalled by their shaving off their eyebrows.

In Egypt: Under no conditions, under threat of death could anyone kill a cat. People were exceuted for even killing a cat accidentally. And when a cat died, the whole family, and probably their closest friends, went into mourning, the measure of their personal loss signalled by their shaving off their eyebrows.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love, marriage, divorce, infidelity... life was the same here as anywhere else, wasn't? She realized now wrong she'd been; the pali wasn't a headstone and Kalaupapa wasn't a grave. It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them.

Love, marriage, divorce, infidelity... life was the same here as anywhere else, wasn't? She realized now wrong she'd been; the pali wasn't a headstone and Kalaupapa wasn't a grave. It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist, waiting, I knew more than anything that I wanted them to remember, I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived.

The day that I left my home, I had prayed that my children would forget me. I wanted to spare them the pain of remembering. But that night, as I crouched in the white mist, waiting, I knew more than anything that I wanted them to remember, I wanted desperately to go on living in someone's memory. If we are not remembered, we are more than dead, for it is as if we had never lived.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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