Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
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Anand Thakur
Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
LUCRETIUSUnder what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
LUCRETIUSSo, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
LUCRETIUSBodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
LUCRETIUSHuman life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.
LUCRETIUSWhat came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSTrue piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
LUCRETIUSThough the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
LUCRETIUSThe dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSDo we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
LUCRETIUSThe old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
LUCRETIUSPleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
LUCRETIUSIf the matter of death is reduced to sleep and rest, what can there be so bitter in it, that any one should pine in eternal grief for the decease of a friend?
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