Death

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.

It isn’t a case of miracles not happening – it’s just a case of people calling them something else. Can’t you see the doctors round the dead man? He isn’t breathing any more, his pulse has stopped, his heart’s not beating: he’s dead.

Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?

There is no more love.  There is no more glory.  A thick night covers the earth.  And we shall be dead before the dawn.

I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand matters, money problems, love problems, school problems.

“… people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they’re going to die sometime. Right?

I had learned one thing from Kizuki’s death, and I believed that I had made it a part of myself in the form of a philosophy: “Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life.”

The tears were really coming now, and one fat stripe rolled along the barrel of the gun and down the loop around the trigger to burst flat against my index finger.