Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame of a candle, I say, is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all, |
Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting! Man is constantly building the "Image." It is an Edifice for the entombment of bones! Best to "Realize" the temporal nature of things and simply "Do and Die! |
Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting! Man is constantly building the "Image." It is an Edifice for the entombment of bones! Best to "Realize" the temporal nature of things and simply "Do and Die! 1973 |
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