,
3 tweets,
1 min read
Read on Twitter
individual human existence is like a river. small at first place, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past rocks and over waterfalls...
then gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being.
those who, in old age, can see their life in this way, will not suffer from the fear of death, since the things they care for will continue.
~b.russell~ (how to grow old)
~b.russell~ (how to grow old)
