Death

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

(Federico García Lorca)

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day

and think it is forever.

(Carl Sagan)

People used to die from germs. Now they die from bad habits.

Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flingi