There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
Both individual fulfillment and the ecological balance of life on this planet are best served by dying when our inherent biology decrees that we do.
There's nothing like impending death to rouse you from existential boredom.
Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.
Death is the most blessed dream.
We can consciously end our life almost anytime we choose. This ability is an endowment, like laughing and blushing, given to no other animal... in any given moment, by not exercising the option of suicide, we are choosing to live.
I love insects. They are amazing.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?