The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Everything is dead while it lives.
Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.
I feel like we all have our skeletons.
It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.
The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
When we die, our spirits go to the spirit world, and our bodies return to the elements of the earth until the resurrection.
In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
People after death become complete again. The blind can see, the deaf can hear, cripples are no longer crippled after all their vital signs have ceased to exist.
When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die.
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