The question of how to spend my life, of what my life is for, is a question posed only to me, and I can no more delegate the responsibility for answering it than I can delegate the task of dying. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It’s quite simple. Death isn’t what we think it is. It isn’t life which ends but time which stops. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Dance, my darling dance! If you dance then death can't catch you! Nothing bad can touch you! Dance! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Now what is history? It is the centuries of systematic explorations of the riddle of death, with a view to overcoming death. That’s why people discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves, that’s why they write symphonies.. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore, cannot disintegrate into nothingness, and so are immortal. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If life is a punishment, one should wish for an end; if life is a test, one should wish it to be short. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>