Funeral March
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Some die as soon as they die, while others live on for a time in the memory of those who knew and loved them; others survive in the memory of the nation that bore them; still others enter into the memory of the civilization they were part of; and some very few are able to span the contrary tendencies of differing civilization. But all of us are surrounded by the abyss of time, in which we will ultimately vanish; the hunger of the abyss will swallow us all….
Durability is just a wish, and eternity an illusion.
Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death.
Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else - it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life.
Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.
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fernando pessoa
the book of disquiet
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