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Tennyson's words

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.

Sermon by Henry Scott Holland 1910

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you.

Poetry On Death by Percy Bysshe Shelley

When all that we know, or feel, or see, shall pass like an unreal mystery

Charlotte's Web After all, what's a life anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. It wasn't Shakespearean in its eloquence, but upon reflection, she decided it was a pretty good summation of things.

cerulean equanimity beguiling

Now, you're just a stranger, who knows, all my secrets. Sharing a secret whispers in the dark dark honesty and trust, twin terrors, slowly evolving (now glue) without them the world comes apart.

Excerpt from one of the books on the shelf. Leaves of grass by Walt Whitney Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself, It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere. In the margin, Our life's journey is our own, but wouldn't ot be better with someone by your side?

Peripheral oscillopsia

Preternaturally attuned to the natural world