There is no death. Beyond life, is life. Whatever suffering and whatever disappointment, whatever joy,whatever bewilderment, there is more time than can be measured to learn and to be comforted.
Blindly to demand, meekly to consent, inwardly to know, these are the stages of existence. But beyond all knowledge is another, unknown knowledge. And beyond that unknown knowledge, another.
Progression is endless. And to be alone is the only truth and the only falsehood.
Extract from 'The Hunting of Death' by Tanith Lee
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