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“Death resists all comparison and simile. This is something I learned in my first year at Rassambur. To say death is like a land beyond the sea or like an endless scream is to miss the point. Death is not like anything. There is no craft analogous to Ananshael’s work. The truest response to his mystery and majesty is silence. On the other hand, to remain silent is to encourage the fantasies of the uninitiate— skulls brimming with blood, graveyard orgies, infants dangling like impractical chandeliers from the ceilings of candlelit caverns— and so maybe an imperfect analogy is better than none at all. Take a grape. The purple skin is muted, as if by mist or fog. Polish it, or not, then pop it into your mouth. The flesh is firm beneath the cool smooth skin. If you find yourself becoming aroused, stop. Start your imagining over. The grape is a grape. Imagine it properly, or this will not work. Now. What does the grape taste like? A grape tastes like a grape? Of course not. Until you bite the grape, it has no taste. It might as well be a stone lifted from the cold current of some river in autumn: a smooth, chill orb, reticent, flavorless. You could hold it trapped between your palate and tongue forever, with only the faintest hint of juice at the tiny breech where it was plucked from the stem. You are like that grape— plump with slick, rich sweetness, with wet purple life. The truth of life is the grape's truth: only when jaws bite down, when the skin splits, when the sun-cold flesh explodes onto the tongue does it matter. Without the moment of its own destruction, the grape is just a smooth, colorful stone. Without the foreknowledge of the woman who holds it in her hand, her anticipation, before it even passes her lips, of the mangled skin and the sweet life draining over the tongue, the grape would hold no savor… We are not stones. Our human skin is thin, the life inside us bright. And death? The god I serve? He is the jaw locked around us, the promise of a sweet purple destruction without which we would be no more than so much polished rock.”

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Book:Skullsworn
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“...the fact that early humans did decorate corpses, lay out the bodies in particular postures or bury people with flowers, aligned horns or tools would support the notion that some ritualization of death is a very ancient human activity.”

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Book:Religion Explained: The Evolutionary Origins of Religious Thought
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“Contemplation, normally regarded as a private pursuit, needs communal support. We are most likely to risk its vulnerabilities and be faithful to its implications when we are embedded in a community that both invokes and witnesses our truth, a rare form of community in which we learn to be alone together, to support one another on a solitary journey. We practice being present to others without being invasive or evasive, neither trying to fix them with advice nor turning away when they share something distressing. Imagine yourself sitting by the bedside of a dying person, who is making the most solitary journey of all. Here, we must lose both the arrogance that makes us think we can fix the other, and the cowardice that tempts us to turn away. Since we are all dying all the time, why not practice this way of relating before the final hour?”

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Book:The Catholic Guide to Depression: How the Saints, the Sacraments, and Psychiatry Can Help You Break Its Grip and Find Happiness Again
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“The Liquid Pantomime by Stewart Stafford Time is life’s shareholder: Youth’s dark angel investor, Midlife’s white shark creditor, The old's Arctic blood liquidator. Debt, the fledgling's terra incognita, Misfortune's looking glass kvetch, Chicks for the boardroom wolf pit, Waddling forth in immature escrow. Margin call missives arrive at thirty, Backstick pressures piping up, Distressingly hostile AGM invites, Disbelief morphs into resignation. Cracking knees bear bankruptcy, Written off in a balance sheet's glance, No hibernation in a bear market, Phased out for new stock issues daily. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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“We will die and we fear death. This fear is worldwide and transcultural. It probably has significant survival value. Those who wish to postpone or avoid death can improve the world, reduce its perils, make children who will live after us, and create great works by which they will be remembered.”

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Book:Broca's Brain Reflections on the Romance of Science
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“Those who have lost loved ones to situations from which their bodies could not be recovered often suffer from prolonged periods of grief. When we view our dead, sit with them, and talk with them, we set a foundation upon which our grief, our neural recalibration, can be moored.”

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Book:A Hunter-Gatherer's Guide to the 21st Century: Evolution and the Challenges of Modern Life
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“Human beings all know that they are going to die, and so human cultures go to great lenghts to construct systems of meaning that dignify life and convince people that their lives have more meaning than those of the animals that die all around them. The extensive regulation of sex in many cultures, the attempt to link love to God and then to cut away the sex, is part of an elaborate defense against the gnawing fear of morality.”

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Book:The Happiness Hypothesis: Finding Modern Truth in Ancient Wisdom
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“Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, Telah meninggal dunia ibu, oma, nenek kami tercinta.... Requiescat in pace et in amore, Telah dipanggil ke rumah Bapa di surga, anak, cucu kami terkasih.... Dalam sehari, Bunda menerima dua kabar (duka cita / suka cita) sekaligus. Apakah kesedihan serupa cucuran air hujan yang jatuh dan mengusik keheningan kolam? Apakah kebahagiaan seperti sebuah syair yang mesti dipertanyakan mengapa ia digubah? Bagaimana kita mesti menjawab pertanyaan tentang kematian orang orang terdekat? Mengapa mereka pergi? Kemana mereka akan pergi? Memento mori, serupa nyala api dan ngengat yang terbakar. Seperti juga lilin yang padam, bunga yang layu, ranting yang kering, pohon yang meranggas. Mereka hanyalah sebuah pertanda, bahwa semua yang hidup pasti akan mati. Agar kita senantiasa teringat pada tempus fugit, bahwa waktu yang berlalu  tak akan pernah kembali. Ketika Bunda masih muda, sesungguhnya Bunda sudah tidak lagi muda, tak akan pernah bertambah muda, tak akan kembali muda. Waktu telah merenggut kemudaan kita pelan pelan. Ketuaan adalah sebuah keniscayaan, dan kematian adalah sebuah kepastian. Tak ada sesuatu pun yang abadi, Anakku. Ingatan tentang mati semestinya memberi kita pelajaran berharga. Jangan pernah menyia nyiakan waktu. Jangan hilang niat untuk bangkit dari ranjang. Jangan terlalu malas untuk bekerja. Jangan terlalu letih untuk menuntaskan hari. Jangan pernah lupa untuk berdoa. Jangan lalai untuk bersyukur. Jadikan hari ini sebagai milikmu. Ketika semua perkara seakan menggiring langkahmu pada kesulitan, kegagalan, ketidakpastian dan rasa sakit. Pikirkanlah siapa yang akan jadi malaikat pelindung dan penolongmu? Bagaimana engkau akan menemukan eudaimonia? Bagaimana engkau hendak memaknai hidup? Dalam sekejap mata hidup bisa berubah. Waktu berlalu dan ia tak akan pernah kembali. Gunakan kesempatan untuk bercermin pada permukaan air yang jernih. Tatap langsung kedalaman telaga yang balik menatap kepada dirimu. Abaikan rasa sakit dan penderitaan, sebab puncak gunung sudah membayang di depan mata dan terbit matahari akan menghangatkan kalbumu. Cuma dirimu yang punya kendali atas pikiran, hasrat dan nafsu, perasaan dan kesadaran inderawi, persepsi, naluri dan semua tindakanmu sendiri. Ketika kita mengingat kematian, kita tidak akan lagi merasa gentar. Sebab ia lembut, ia tak lagi menakutkan. Ia justru menuntaskan segala rasa sakit dan penderitaan. Ia pengejawantahan waktu yang berharga, kecantikan yang abadi, indahnya rasa syukur, dan kemuliaan di balik setiap ucapan terima kasih. Ia mengajarkan kita bagaimana menghargai kehidupan yang sesungguhnya. Ia membimbing kita menemukan pintu takdir kita sendiri. Apapun perubahan yang menghampiri dirimu. Ia adalah pintu rahasia yang menjanjikan kejutan yang tak akan pernah kamu sangka sangka. Yang terbaik adalah menerimanya sebagai berkat. Apa yang ada dalam dirimu adalah kekuatanmu. Engkau akan membuatnya berarti. Bagi mereka yang paham, takdir dan kematian adalah sebuah karunia, seperti juga kehidupan. Sesungguhnyalah kita ini milik Allah dan kepada-Nyalah kita akan kembali.”

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Author:Titon Rahmawan
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“De la vasta suma de las miserias del hombre, más o menos una tercera parte, diría yo, es miseria ineludible. Ese es el precio que hemos de pagar por ser encarnados, por heredar unos genes que están sujetos a deletéreas mutaciones. Es el peaje que nos cobra la naturaleza por el privilegio de vivir en la superficie de un planeta cuyo suelo es en su mayor parte infértil, cuyos climas son caprichosos e inclementes, entre cuyos habitantes se cuenta un número elevadísimo de microorganismos capaces de causar en el hombre, en sus animales domésticos y en sus plantas cultivadas, una inmensa variedad de enfermedades mortales o debilitadoras. A estos misterios de origen cósmico hay que añadir un grupo más numeroso, como es el de los desastres en el fondo evitables que nosotros mismos provocamos, a pesar de ser sus víctimas.”

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Book:Huxley and God: Essays on Religious Experience
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“Incidentally, do you ever think of your own death? For a while now it’s been a daily companion of mine. Why is that? I’m over seventy years old and the thread of life I have left on the reel isn’t long. I’m not going to live another seventy, and I’m starting to consider the fact that I have to leave everything behind. But I take it as something that’s normal. I’m not sad. It makes me want to be fair with everyone always, to sign the final flourish. Mind you, it’s never occurred to me to make a will. But death is in my thoughts every day.”

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Book:Pope Francis: Conversations with Jorge Bergoglio: His Life in His Own Words
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“The significance of meditating on impermanence and death is not just to terrify yourself; there is no point in simply making yourself afraid of death. The purpose of meditating on impermanence and death is to remind you of the preciousness of the opportunities that exist for you in life as a human being. Reminding yourself that death is inevitable, its time unpredictable and when it happens only spiritual practice is of benefit gives you a sense of urgency and enables you to truly appreciate the value of your human existence and your potential to fulfill the highest of spiritual aspirations. If you can develop this profound appreciation, you will treat every single day as extremely precious.”

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Book:Illuminating the Path to Enlightenment: A Commentary on Atisha Dipamkara Shrijnana's A Lamp for the Path to Enlightenment and Lama Je Tsong Khapa's Lines of Experience
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“Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.”

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Book:Rabbit at Rest
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“El domingo, después del oficio, había bastantes enfermos; pedían socorros y se les daba sólo palabras: -Has pecado y Dios te aflige. Da gracias, menos tendrás que sufrir en la otra vida. Resígnate, sufre, muere. La Iglesia tiene plegarias para sus difuntos.- Débiles, desmadejados, sin esperanza, ni ganas de vivir, seguían bien este consejo y dejaban escapar la vida.”

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Book:Satanism and Witchcraft: The Classic Study of Medieval Superstition
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“Your death ain't gonna be some grand, dramatic exit. It will come on an ordinary, aggressively mundane day, right in the dead middle of your meticulously unfinished plans. You’re gonna drop dead on a random, unremarkable Tuesday afternoon. You’ll be in the middle of complaining about the traffic, or worrying about your 401k, or drafting an email to someone you don't even like. You're gonna leave behind a half-finished to-do list pinned to the fridge with a cheap magnet. There will be wet laundry sitting in the dryer. You will die with a whole lot of 'somedays' still tucked uselessly in your pocket.”

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Book:Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
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