Dying is a very simple thing. I've looked at death and really I know. If I should have died it would have been very easy for me. Quite the easiest thing I ever did. But the people at home do not realize that. They suffer a thousand times more.
When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.