Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.
What we gain in the world, we lose in the world, forgotten in death. We must rather fancy what we brought into the world, for therein lives our story, our legend.
I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though our vein's to be someone/something much more than human.
Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.
What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?
You can't make a date in death's dateless night.
Up the coast a few miles north, in a lava reef under the cliffs, there are a lot of rock pools. You can visit them when the tide is out. Each pool is separate and different, and you can, if you are fa...
If it was the last sunset i will ever see, I will keep running in the West, i won't let that sun to set
The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered...We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being hu...
There is a very, narrow, thinness of line between the living and the dead; actually, it's just a lack of a heartbeat away.
I have spent much of my life around death. I have sat with people as they died. I have listened to others relate near-death experiences. I have studied theology and am aware of what scriptures and rel...
Every night I go to sleep with the hope to wake up next morning. How do I call it? Trust maybe?
Careful with your life.
Sometimes I Wonder Where Those Spirits Go After Departing From The Bodies, Then I Realize, They Are All Around Us, In The Nature, Full of Spirits In Different Forms....
What has life given me? The beginning is fire, the end is a heap of ashes, and between the end and the beginning lies all the pain in the world.
We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.
In that cold autistic dark.
The song is an unvarnished love shout, an implorement tinged with...anger? Something like anger, but the anger of a philosoher, the anger of a pot. An anger directed at the transience of the world, at...
Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.