Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Our life is made by the death of others.
It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.
If life is a checker game, someone else is moving the pieces. It isn't us. Don't be surprised by amazing coincidences. There are no accidents. Consider, as I learned to do, the incredible interconnectedness of all of life.
The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.
It's not life or death it's a game and at the end of the game there is going to be a winner and a loser.
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
At the end of our lives, we step across the threshold or death and enter into a new and better world. I believe that. It's just that simple.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature. Everything is organic and living, and therefore the whole world appears to be a living organism.
The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.
What we play is life.