death

death

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In a world where the dead have returned to life, the word" trouble' loses much of its meaning.

In a world where the dead have returned to life, the word" trouble' loses much of its meaning.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Well, as to that, all I'll say is, you can't take out a fellow's heart before he's ready to give it up.

Well, as to that, all I'll say is, you can't take out a fellow's heart before he's ready to give it up.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I have triumphed over both life and death because I no longer desire to live, nor do I any longer fear to die.

I have triumphed over both life and death because I no longer desire to live, nor do I any longer fear to die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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