Category: Death
To some extent I liken slavery to death.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;
Justice will prevail!
The dead look so terribly dead when they’re dead.
Only.. I want to do die as myself
I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)
Live full, die empty
It’s not how you die. It’s who you die.
Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.
The death of dogma is the birth of morality.
