"Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality." — Jean Paul Richter
"Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time." — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
— Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Dark, empty, and alone. Darkness stretched as far as Desmond's eyes could see. He could not see nor hear. It was an empty space of time and reality.
"I died... cruelly."
