YOU ARE GOING TO DIE eventually. Everything you build WILL CRUMBLE (except maybe conquering space travel.) It's all ash.
This is life. Life *is* death. They were never separable. All the wood is on the fire - it gives heat and perhaps light, then goes out.
We are all metabolic, like a fire. Gone
At the end, you either cooked or you didn't. But you're dead either way.
Act with dramatic grace, then fade without flinching.
We are all here to die.
It's living knowing that you've already lost that makes an indestructible genius out of any old fool. The beauty of living with death as a companion radiates through everything.
That's how you deal with the death of the world, all those sleeping nukes and economic hunger.
One end to all our journeys. One shared fate. One destination.
You might as well dance. You should sing if you can. You hope to be dead before your kids or students or Earth.
Accept no substitutes. The path to the grave is all you have.
From this, all lives were woven.
DANCE!
The whole art of life is dying.