Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison’d in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling: ’tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
– From: Measure to Measure Act III Scene 1
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Life and Death
Life, death, – death, life; the words have led for ages
Our thought and consciousness and firmly seemed
Two opposites; but now long-hidden pages
Are opened, liberating truths undreamed.
Life only is, or death is life disguised, –
Life a short death until by Life we are surprised.
Related
- The Fear of Death – Sri Aurobindo
- Poems about Death
- Poems about Fear
- Poems about Life
Writing on Fear of Death
Death is natural. Nothing natural can be detrimental. Death is rest. Rest is strength in disguise for a further adventure.
At the present state of human evolution, to conquer Death may be an impossibility. But to overcome the fear of death is not only practicability, but inevitability.
Death is normally the sign that the soul, under the particular circumstances, has exhausted the possibilities of its progress in a particular body.