me death is a confirmation of life, something always connected and eternal. It is not dark, not the end, not a disaster—it is magnificent, and exhilarating; it is your soul, and your love, concentrated into their purest forms. Dying, you become connected to the collective energy everywhere all at once, which is itself a kind of divinity. And it is a fierce teacher. Dying I learned the futility and temporary nature of hatred, ranged as it is against the permanence of love.
Death
