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The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. During the minute that it takes me to compose this sentence, thousands of animals are being eaten alive, many others are running for their lives, whimpering with fear, others are slowly being devoured from within by rasping parasites, thousands of all kinds are dying of starvation, thirst, and disease.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that moment when you're glad to die.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
Writing is a way of fighting against oblivion, against death.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.