Note to family and friends:
This collection is not occasioned by any change in my life's circumstances.
I feel in robust health.
Albert
Comet Hale-Bopp |
I am like a slip of comet,
Scarce worth discovery, in some corner seen
Bridging the slender difference of two stars,
Come out of space, or suddenly engender'd
By heady elements, for no man knows:
But when she sights the sun she grows and sizes
And spins her skirts out, while her central star
Shakes its cocooning mists; and so she comes
To fields of light; millions of traveling rays
Pierce her; she hangs upon the flame-cased sun,
And sucks the light as full as Gideon's fleece:
But then her tether calls her; she falls off,
And as she dwindles shreds her smock of gold
Amidst the sistering planets, till she comes
To single Saturn, last and solitary;
And then goes out into the cavernous dark.
So I go out: my little sweet is done:
I have drawn heat from this contagious sun;
To not ungentle death now forth I run.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins, I Am Like a Slip of Comet)
(Gerard Manley Hopkins, I Am Like a Slip of Comet)
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Or knock the breast; no weakness, no contempt,
Dispraise, or blame; nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us....
(John Milton, from Samson Agonistes)
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Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
Thou know'st 't is common; all that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
(William Shakespeare, Hamlet 1.2.70–75)
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Death is completion, fulfillment, consummation, returning.
(Anonymous)
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The mere cessation of existence is no evil to any one: the idea is only formidable through the illusion of imagination which makes one conceive oneself as if one were alive and feeling oneself dead. What is odious in death is not death itself, but the act of dying, and its lugubrious accompaniments: all of which must be equally undergone by the believer in immortality. Nor can I perceive that the skeptic loses by his skepticism any real and valuable consolation except one: the hope of reunion with those dear to him who have ended their earthly life before him. That loss, indeed, is neither to be denied nor extenuated. In many cases it is beyond the reach of comparison or estimate, and will always suffice to keep alive, in the more sensitive natures, the imaginative hope of a futurity which, if there is nothing to prove, there is as little in our knowledge and experience to contradict.
(John Stuart Mill, The Utility of Religion)
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O God, you are my God,
I seek you,
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands and call on your name.
My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast,
and my mouth praises you with joyful lips
when I think of you on my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.
(Psalm 63:1–7)
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I am quite clear that the time had come when it was better for me to die and be released from my distractions.
(Plato, Apology, quoting Socrates)
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Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us —
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou hast leaped across!
(Emily Dickinson)
The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers.... I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
(Willa Cather, My Antonia)
O God, support us all the day long of this troublous life,
until the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes,
and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over,
and our work done.
Then, in your mercy, grant us a safe lodging, a holy rest,
and peace at the last. Amen.
(John Henry Newman)
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(George Eliot, Daniel Deronda)
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...Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace,
be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm,
be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
(Jan Struther, Songs of Praise)
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Feel free to miss me; I hope you do.
But none need grieve for my dying.
(Anonymous)
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Well, really, Crito, it would strike an odd chord for a man of my age to resent having to face death.... The really important thing is not to live, but to live well.... And is it still agreed or not that to live well amounts to the same thing as to live honorably and justly?
(Plato, Crito, quoting Socrates)
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My 80s will be my final Final
and then I graduate from Time.
(Anonymous)
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Think of me, when I'm gone, with love and cheerfulness.
(Alexander von Humboldt)
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I do not fear death. I had been dead
for billions and billions of years before I was born,
and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
(Mark Twain)
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The souls of the righteous are in the hand of God,
and no torment will ever touch them.
In the eyes of the foolish they seemed to have died,
and their going forth from us to be their destruction;
but they are at peace.
(The Wisdom of Solomon 3:1–3)
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Lord, teach me so to number my days,
that I may apply my heart to wisdom.
(Psalm 39:4, translated by Thomas Ken)
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Those who are worthy of Life are of Miracle, for life is Miracle, and Death as harmless as a Bee except to those who run.
(Emily Dickinson, letter to Susan Dickinson)
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I conclude my letter with a prayer for my dearest Father's benediction and preservation..., reverencing his virtues, admiring his attainments, and ardently desiring that health, peace of mind, and fulness of merited honors may crown his length of days, and prolong them to the utmost verge of enjoyable mortality.
(Frances Burney, The Wanderer, dedication "To Dr. Burney")
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(Plato, Phaedo, quoting Socrates)
when god lets my body be
From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom
the purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did sing
a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes
will lay between their little breasts
My strong fingers beneath the snow
into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass
their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be
With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea
(E. E. Cummings)
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Looks like I'm going to make it all the way from dust to dust.
(Anonymous)
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Death is nature's way of slowing us down.
(Anonymous)
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Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!
(William Shakespeare, Cymbeline 4.2.2679–80)
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"There shall be time no longer," the angel of Revelation said. Time is no longer. Is that not what death is.... For since the world is known to us only through our experience of it, does its existence not, in some crucial way, come to an end when we do? And is not heaven, then, merely the fact of non-existence? The loss of the fear of loss, which haunts and casts its shadow over so much of human life.
(Salley Vickers, The Cleaner of Chartres)
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I'm thinking that I may be ready for a little requiem aeternum.
(Anonymous)
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Since Nature's works be good, and death doth serve
As Nature's work, why should we fear to die?
Since fear is vain but when it may preserve,
Why should we fear that which we cannot fly?
Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears,
Disarming human minds of native might;
While each conceit an ugly figure bears
Which were not evil, well viewed in reason's light.
Our owly eyes, which dimmed with passions be,
And scarce discern the dawn of coming day,
Let them be cleared, and begin to see
Our life is but a step in dusty way.
Then let us hold the bliss of peaceful mind;
Since this we feel, great loss we cannot find.
(Philip Sidney, Since Nature's Works Be Good)
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A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
Doubtless, he thought it meet of him
To say good-by to men.
(Emily Dickinson)
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I love living,
and dying is part of living.
(Anonymous)
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Where death is, I am not.
Where I am, death is not.
Therefore death does not concern me.
(Attributed to Epictetus)
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To die will be an awfully big adventure.
(Peter, in J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan)
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I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden.... Go out of this world as you entered it. The same passage that you made from death to life, without feeling or fright, make it again from life to death. Your death is part of the order of the universe; it is part of the life of the world.
(Michel de Montaigne, Essays)
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With death our past becomes our life,
and our life becomes eternal.
(Anonymous)
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Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
(Oliver Sacks, My Own Life)
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Dear Cousins,
Called back.
Emily
(Emily Dickinson's final letter)
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To set as sets the morning star, which goes
Not down behind the darken'd west, nor hides
Obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven.
(Thomas Hardy, A Pair of Blue Eyes)
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So, fellows, we shall reach the gusty gate,
Early or late,
And part without remorse,
A cadence dying down unto its source
In music's course....
Always the flawless beauty, always the chord
Of the Overword,
Dominant, pleading, sure,
No truth too small to save and make endure.
No good too poor!
And since no mortal can at last disdain
That sweet refrain,
But lets go strife and care,
Borne like a strain of bird notes on the air,
The wind knows where;
Some quiet April evening soft and strange,
When comes the change
No spirit can deplore,
I shall be one with all I was before,
In death once more.
(Bliss Carman, from Behind the Arras)
Nebula HH-222 |
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