*— How would you like to die? I would prefer to fall from a height. To get as high as possible. Rocket to the sky and let the earth pull me to it and crush me.
— You’re not afraid?
— Everything must die, even the earth. But not even death is everlasting. Winter slaughters autumn and the world disintegrates. Digs itself a shallow grave and relinquishes itself to slumber, only to reappear. In the same way, our souls must be recalled. To become grist for the mill once again. There is no mysteries in death. Only in life. *
*— How would you like to die? I would prefer to fall from a height. To get as high as possible. Rocket to the sky and let the earth pull me to it and crush me.
— You’re not afraid?
— Everything must die, even the earth. But not even death is everlasting. Winter slaughters autumn and the world disintegrates. Digs itself a shallow grave and relinquishes itself to slumber, only to reappear. In the same way, our souls must be recalled. To become grist for the mill once again. There is no mysteries in death. Only in life. *
