Rule not my mind. Thine own is thine mind. Rule thou it.




Saturday, March 5, 2011

"Death must be so beautiful.
To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.
To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow.
To forget time, to forgive life, and to be at peace."


-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.




Death is to be, I believe, very beautiful. Setting aside the three thousand times of transmigration process of which a hundredth thousand people find amusing, I believe death to be serene and peaceful. Not in a view of your body being rotten in the soils of the earth, not your body being eaten by mud and the crust; its happier to think, nonetheless, of death concerning more of that on the soul than of material, earthly matters.
Death as I perceive, is a rest of everlasting bliss and peaceful harmony which every mortal being achieves and goals to attain. To be at peace. To die... Is beautiful.
- Anna Pastor.

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