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(Im)mortality 2

What man shall live and not see death?

(Psalms 89:49)

The aim of all life is death.

(Sigmund Freud)

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life. As soon as we are born the return begins, at once the setting forth and the coming back; we die in every moment. Because of this many have cried out: The goal of life is death! But as soon as we are born we begin the struggle to create, to compose, to turn matter into life; we are born in every moment. Because of this many have cried out: The goal of ephemeral life is immortality!

(Nikos Kazantzakis)

There is only a single supreme idea on earth: the concept of the immortality of the human soul; all other profound ideas by which men live are only an extension of it.

(Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

A man should be able to say he has done his best to form a conception of life after death, or to create some image of it-even if he must confess his failure. Not to have done so is a vital loss.

(Carl Gustav Jung)

I look forward to dying because I think living on earth, on this plane, is one part of existence and death is another part, and that we are constantly learning through the process.

(Joel-Peter Witkin)

First we must realize that we are asleep; second we must awaken. When we are awake we must die; when we die we can be born.

(P.D. Ouspensky)

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

(William Shakespeare)

Do not stand on my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in the circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

(Anonymous)
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