But death blinds you, unaware of man's fall - An autumn that steals the flower from the flower peddler. Death is testimony of god's love and mercy for man - A promise made between autumn and spring.

Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet - Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.

What is man's life but love, love of self; Man is dust, dust as his passion, dust as the beloved. Death, it is your great act of piety for man - You take him t…

Manhood stands tall and high, and becomes madness; The self takes leave of being and becomes ecstasy. When iron sated with blood embraces love, It turns into a…

I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.

Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

Death: 'Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.'