Memento Mori — (Latin: recollect you may die)–is the historic exercise of mirrored image on our mortality that is going lower back to Socrates, who stated that the right exercise of philosophy is "approximately not anything else however death and being dead."
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The simple concept of this philosophy is if human beings recollect their inescapable deaths, they may lead extra sober lives, stay withinside the present, and take gain of possibilities in preference to put off them 'til "tomorrow." All of which might be broadly speaking precise things.
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Death, whilst he comes, will now no longer a unmarried hour
Of respite give, that we an eye fixed may also keep,
Nor any word of his coming — extra
Than the dumb canine earlier than he kills a sheep:
But unawares with tender and silent tread,
He, like a thief, will to our homes creep,
E'en while we slumber, unfastened from any dread;
So stole his foes on Samson in his sleep.
We come into the world, one manner alone,
And always, at our front to it, weep;
But, through 1000 ways, guys therefore have gone,
And no account we, in their going, keep.
As she took an adventure, upon the road,
Death did sweet-temper'd Glacier rudely greet :
Beware, I warn thee, while thou artwork abroad,
Lest thou shou'dst with the rambling Spectre meet.
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"remember that you [have to] die."
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It is the handiest issue I recollect.
Often, people tell me that I am a bitch,
packed with interest and complaints.
Why? well for the reason I speak with my mouth with out even thinking- a second.
Oh what can I do?
If it is the surface of the truth.
Underneath it, however…
Is a lie- a coexisteng draining personality inside of me.
A person of class where no one rules another.
I just didn't expect it to get torn apart.
My body, mind and soul.
A plague on all your houses.
For you cannot escape their horses.
They came under death and shadow.
Beware the Midnight hour.
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Do not even ask for me for the truth because believe me-we all lie, even I.
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