The Buddha sought salvation in the extinction of the self; but if there is no self, what is there to be saved?
What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden.
To calm this girl down, to get her to listen, I tell her the story about my fish. This is fish number six-hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish.
... “Oh, well – he wasn’t going to write Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony anyway.”
‘A man must live.’ No, there is no compulsion. A man must die. Yes, there are many circumstances in which a man must die.
Let everything that creeps console itself, for everything that is elevated dies.
As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes.
But what is the philosophy of this generation? Not God is dead, that point was passed long ago. Perhaps it should be stated Death is God.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?