1.11.2011

a thought, via tom stoppard

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over . . . Death is not anything . . . death is not . . . It's the absence of presence, nothing more . . . the endless time of never coming back . . . a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound . . .
(Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, 1966)

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