God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?
Death in its natural state can be very beautiful. When you think about a body that’s died of natural causes – family taking care of it – all of that is very beautiful.
Fear of death makes us devoid both of valour and religion. For want of valour is want of religious faith.
If we ignore our death, we end up just going around completely oblivious to why we do the things we do!
The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference, and undernourishment.
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you’re free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
The first Romanov ruler was just 16 when he was crowned Tsar Michael I in Moscow in 1613, thus ending the ‘Time of Troubles’ sparked by Ivan the Terrible’s death.
The story of how Chile, in the decades after its 1973 coup and death of democratically elected socialist president Salvador Allende, became one of the most neoliberal societies on the planet is well known.
Normality is death.
Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.