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"I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon."

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. A man makes a particular memory for others, make a good one so that people remember you with sweetness rather than hatred. Death is a part of life. Death is not the end, it's the journey that takes us on another path, one that we all must take, the grey rain-curtain of the world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more. Man alone chimes the hour, and because of this, man alone suffers a paralysing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out. You die twice, once when you stop breathing and second when somebody says your name for the last time. You must keep death in mind not to complain but just to remember the honest knowledge so that it helps you to truly live before your time expires. Death is but a door, time is but a window, accept the fact and live better. To the well-organised mind death is just the next great adventure. You'll drift apart, it's true, but you'll be out in open, part of everything alive again. It's true, death of your loved ones is an unbearable pain, but it's a new start for the departed soul. How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?