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Nature does not always hint at love to us. It also threatens us; it reminds... of inaccessible secrets. Isn't it supposed to consume us, isn't it constantly devouring us? There is life and death in it; and death speaks as loudly in it as life.

Death is a wall, and during life no one will know the highest truth hidden behind this wall.

The law should be like death, which spares no one.

Man is a child of nature; but she is the universal mother, and she has no preferences: everything that exists in her womb arose only at the expense of another and must in due time give way to another - she creates, destroying, and she does not care: what she creates, what she destroys - if only life would not be translated, if only death would not lose its rights...

That's how it is now...

I am sad about one thing: I will not know what will happen in our world after me, because I leave it in a state of flux, as if in the middle of reading a novel, the sequel of which has not yet been published. It seems to me that before people did not experience such curiosity about what would happen after their death, in any case, it was not so strong. After all, the world was changing so slowly.

When you're 17, you know for sure that there are no more two different people than you and your mom. When you're 37 and she leaves, you can't stop being amazed at how much you consist of her - her sayings, movie quotes, favorite songs, stories, friends and optimism in spite of everything.

Continue to dance too, and not only you, all of you people are dancing only by fate.

Do you want to end this? It was all over when my son died.

Life without work is terrible. But when work is not to your liking, life fades and dies.

Every person is mortal.

And doomed to love.

Whatever we do is meaningless, since we are doomed to death from the first second of our conception. What is this all for? Who invented the Universe, showed all the colors, left many questions and doomed it to death? Life is the road to death, no matter what paths we choose. Does all this make sense? And why am I not completely reassured by the possibility of an afterlife? Perhaps this is all because I know for sure that a painful hell awaits me, because I am not a saint. And I doubt that it will be fun there, as some write “there are more people you know in the underworld” and other nonsense. Living life with pain and ultimately ending up in inferno - am I the only one who is depressed by this picture?

Death stops all earthly affairs and leaves a person only spiritual ones.