I may fear dying, but I am not afraid of death; neither am I afraid of sleep. Sleep is a morsel of death. I go for it. I get to the exercise. In fact, without realizing it, I am rehearsing for death while sleeping every night. The fear of death is a useless fear. After all, the day we are born is the day we also begin to live in a dying body.
Compared, however, to the life of the universe, human life on this speck of dust called “earth” is meaninglessly brief, purposelessly short, and mindlessly fleeting. Poch Suzara
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